kyelee. twenty-one and narcissistic. SLP major at Texas Tech Health Science Center. too smart for my own good. Mostly, I'm just looking for a way to read and talk about baseball all day.
I want a lover I don’t have to love
I want a boy who’s so drunk he doesn’t talk
And where’s the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can’t seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you, but you
You write such pretty words
But life’s no storybook
Love’s an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
Then hurt me
Melissa, I fucked up
I won’t cut my arms off
That won’t keep me warm at night.
And I’ll do my best to live my life without regret.
the science of selling yourself short // less than jake
i could be an expert on co-dependency
i could write the best book on underage tragedy
i’ve been spending my time at the local liquor store
i’ve been sleeping nightly on my best friend’s kitchen floor