what a dick

well mel and her bf broke up nothing new. a lot like Dylan and I's break up.

he said something to her about me though.
used me as an example of a lonely unhappy person that isn't doing anything with their life. what?
i can't believe i was so nice to that asshole.
he's still be in a small town working on toilets if it weren't for mel.
and i'm much better off now being out of a relationship. man. what the hell...
still i'm kinda heart broken right now and why the hell does he get to say shit about me? he doesn't even know anything about anything.
plus do i seem unhappy? i guess that's the part that really bothers me.
do other people look at me and think i'm unhappy? most of the time i'm kinda having a blast. i usually don't give a flying fuck what people think but it's strange to actually know.

anyhow still thinking a lot about BM. or MM. or mmmmmmmmm! jerk.

Pablo Neruda

And Now You're Mine


And now you're mine. Rest with your dreams in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
And you are pure besides me as a sleeping ember.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go;
We will go together, over the waters of time.
No one esle will travel through the shadows with me,
Only you, ever green, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
And let their soft drifting signs drop away;
Your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move
After, following the folding water you carry, that carries
Me away. The night, the world, the wind spins out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.