Organized cHAoS

i was at a bar one time with friends.. some form of celebration im sure…birthday..graduation..Hanukkah..whatever it was..we were drinking and having a good time..a drunk time at that.. and this friend said..”man missy..youre a hella good writer.. i like your stuff on Tumblr.. but your shit is just too depressing! i cant read it..i cant read it man..but youre good.. youre a good friend..” haha i took those drunken words seriously.. cuz this friend.. we homies..but we aint too tight like spandex to be telling each other the truth..feel me? so it meant a lot to me for them to tell me how they felt.. and i applaud their honesty.. and for that i bring a new insight to my words..the Organized Chaos that is my thoughts..

fuck..im too tired..maybe tomorrow ;]

ps.. you guess which friend im talking about.. ill give you a cookie… A BIG COOKIE! clue: im TUMBLR friends with them :]

it seems I only come back to this when sadness hits the heart.. and when we aren’t together and I know u love me..I fall apart.. its hard..I wonder where u are..if you’re far..and everything reminds me of you..

what am I to do..I still love you..