Dreams

It's been fucking ages... Ages since I've written a single fucking thing. (At least it feels like ages.) I wonder why that is, it can't be because I have nothing going on. It can't be because I have too much going on. I just don't really know where to start or what to start about. (I guess.)


Dedicated to the the people born circa 1989, and still living.

If I could have anything right now; it would be you, two bottles of wine, a pack of cigarettes, an unlimited and assorted amount of tea, and any unconventional form of communication in my bed. I don't think it's you... I don't think it's you I'm attached to. I'm just prone to my attachment for you. I don't want to lose that. That's it.

Living in this day and age, being a belated teenager, I think, I'm not anymore fucked up than any of my peers. I just think, maybe, just fucking maybe... My life is too fast paced. I wished it wasn't.




After taking a steroids test, doctors informed Peter that he had tested positive. He laughed upon receiving this information, and said "of course my urine tested positive, what do you think they make steroids from?