April, 2013

April.26

Well, yes, I did indeed spend the 5th anniversary of the day we met with none other than the infamous man himself.

And it was an overall great day.

The only bad part was the always awkward, "I know we just made out, but I don't want to have sex with you" tense silence.

But until the day that I finally give in, that will be how our days end.

Otherwise today was genuinely enjoyable, and underneath everything I missed him terribly.

Apr.29

So, it's been another lame year, and I'm none the wiser.

...for which I have no one to blame, except myself.

Satan won't talk to me, like it's literally at the point of him ignoring me now.

It's because he's butt-hurt that I wouldn't screw around with him...

Like usual, of course.

I can't spend forever for him to quit being over-sensitive about things.

He's so goddamn moody all the time.

And Catwoman is...I don't even know...crazy might be the word for it.

I'm so tired, this isn't at all where I want to be, and I can't seem to find a way to cope.

It's always the same shit all happening at once; it's always me, here, drowning in preventable bullshit.

Why, after all these years, can't I let go of the past?

For the simple sake of basic reasoning I should have stopped talking to Satan years ago.

Some terribly distraught part of me still cares deeply for him though...it's wretched.

I should've stopped hanging out with Catwoman too, because we're living in two entirely different universes.

Everyone is just driving me up the fucking wall; I don't know what to do with myself anymore...

It's like "Happy Birthday, you stupid whore, congrats on fucking yourself over...yet again."

Fyi he apologized for being a dick, too bad he never fucking changes.