“In the fifth grade I was arrested from school and suspended for a week cause I made blueprints and plans and went through the classrooms stealing all the Goosebumps books. I was successful with three classrooms. The way I did it, every week I came home with a certain amount. I had numbers one through 73. Then I fucking got caught. And I was a little smartass, so I was like, What a coincidence! A black youth getting arrested for wanting to read. So I made a list of everyone I thought snitched on me, who I was going to kill and torture.”
— Tyler, The Creator.
Everything’s wrong
God this sucks… I don’t like how we fight. Just one bad mistake and we’re both bawling our eyes out. I want to go back to the way things used to be with us. My whole body’s numb when your not around and I’m wondering what I could do to fix everything… You tell me it’s not my fault but it is. It’s always my fault… I always say something stupid when I know how insecure you can be. Fuck, I miss you. I love you more than anything. I can’t ever leave you no matter what happens. I never want to be without you. I’m nothing without my hubby… Please be okay and let it go. Forgive me and yourself and just come back to me. I miss us… I miss that weird couple who always have to be with each other. That awkward couple in the corner who laugh and just hold each other without caring about the people that stare. We’ve been through so much shit. I wonder how you can stay with such a fuck up like me but I’m so happy I have you. I love you so much hubby… I’ll always love you now and forever.
