junkie

there are days when i feel no better than a junkie. i admit it, hey, if i were the type i would shout it from the streetcorner. but that's not my style so here i am, on these choice nights, feeling like i've laid it all out and that the next person that walks through the door is going to get one hell of a shocker. if people think they've seen it all, you've got another thing coming because, b is for brooklynn and i'm on a whole different level. you know the feeling, total exposure... it'd be like getting caught with your hand in the jar and trying to talk your way out of it.

you weren't really trying to eat a cookie, your hand fell in the jar.

sad how we think sometimes it'll work. maybe i can pull the wool over their eyes one more time, they wise up. eventually. what would happen if your world froze, while you were in the middle of another junkie episode. i wonder what they would see behind every window, in every car or room.

something delicious i suppose.