I Like Your Flaws « Thought Catalog →
jettavegas: 12.25.11 / Yeah, I went there. Holy. Macaroni. I can’t contain myself.
check, check, Checking you out. (i need to stop recording myself)
jettavegas: 12.22.11 / You know better than I do. Damn you Dilynn Dog.
Fighting reflexes. Marking memories. Stitches in reason for the sake of hope. I lose my page some days. Looking past the mirror It forgets to display my story. Breaking midnight and I’ve no shadow to cast. I don’t know what I am looking at or why. Where’s the scale? Who’s the judge?