Him: I love depressed guys

“I love depressed guys” the stripper said as she stared at the club’s ceiling and smoked her cigarette, “They’re good at sex.”“Well I’m not depressed and I’m good at sex” he said.She turned to look at him and blinked her eyes, “You live in a closet, smoke crack at dawn, and have a disease” she

Glad it didn’t prolong longer

I’ve been with five hundred guys mentally, but him; he’s been in at least four long term, live-in relationships since then. How can you even move on and do that same thing again, like even after two? And they look like the same exact people too. So strange. Well… actually, never mind.  

Three guys, all f’d Up

Her life was getting miserable-r, just like anybody else’s, but while getting into that cavity that one falls into in the back of their minds; that cavity that makes everything a thousand times more horrible and painful; she had a thought– there were others too, just as miserable. They live perfect lives and always have

There was a boy she once loved

There was a boy she once loved. She fell in love with him when she was eight years old and he was in his little bicycle. He sped by her while she shyly walked to school. During recess, she saw him playing in the monkey bars with classmates, and after school, she’d spot his outgoing-self

Late 90s crushes

Between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, I was desperately in love with college guys. From the dirty window of my prison school bus, I could see them freely walking around the nearby campus with plaid shirt and loose jeans on, nonchalantly listening to music in their headphones while carrying a low hanging worn backpack. I held