detectives...

if you where ever in your house, and you had a rat infestation, i would tell my work i had to leave because i was under mouse arrest... Then i would deploy a team of mice detectives, who ride tiny motor cycles, and battle rats roaches and other vermin... Then, when they completed their job i would enlist a mafia of italian cats with a don, Don Maxameowlin, to muscle them out... Then i would supply these radical terrorist dogs with intelligence on the cats stronghold, so they could get the cats out... Then i would call a dog catcher, he would come to your house, boom problem solved.

-tyce
sad that i wont get anymore texts like that.
i fucking miss my best friend, that asshole. 

loss of you...

everyone has told me
that what i am feeling
is alright
and someday
i will not be suffocated
by the thought
that i have touched you
for the last time
but i do not want to breathe normally
if it means forgetting
and i do not want to feel this way
if it means sleepless nights
and painful memories

being consumed
by the loss of you
has been tiring
and i would do anything
to bring you back.

I miss him(^) so god damn much....

2 weeks...

addicted...