JANUARY 2eeSOMETHING? 09

Dear Joe. I want to send you an excerpt (I am not sure that's a word but this says that it is so it is.)
of a conversation I had with my friend. I think you'll enjoy it, it's about you and the whereabouts of your spit. Without further ado:
we were talking about spitting in people's mouths for money...

Keith says:
unless they had gross fayse

Keith says:
like i wouldnt do it with some random person

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
what if they were a cute randome person?

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
like a joe.

Keith says:
yeah ok

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
i would let joe TOTALLY spit in my mouth

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
infact i want that man-

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
just well

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
maybe not

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
no jk

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
yeah

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
jk

Keith says:
cuz spitting in someone's mouth is pretty much an unexciting way of making out with someone

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
okay then it's decided. i wouldn't want him to spit in my mouth, but to makeout with me.

Dream maker; said she'd make you mad says:
thanks homie.



Btw; that's probably the MOST fangirlly thing I'll be posting.
So MOST fail.
Pretty obvious, we're talking about spitting in people's mouths.

dec 21 oeight

dear joe.

i figured it out, i did it.
the reason why i've done everything, why i pretended to be The Big Bad Wolf;
why we let it continue- it's because when Ski Resort is miserable i am...
Or Well all i've ever wanted is to make her happy.
My goal was to 'fix her' in a way.
And all of my friends, I get this deep connection.
So the entire time I was trying to fill her needs.
In order to fill my own.
So i'll make others happy to make myself happy...
Or hurt others to upset myself.
Which is a really bad thing. :[

That's not what I was thinking about though...
It's a reason why I was a dick but not what I was thinking.
Even though we knew subconsciously, we wanted to believe it wasn't true.
I knew the entire time- obviously; but at a point i lost memory of it
but i knew when we talked about it, the person on the other side was me.
she had to figure it out at some point, but she chose to disregard it because she wanted to.
we still want to believe in it, at least i do. I can't listen to those beautiful songs without being reminded of her. I feel like they're written about her. Not from me; I don't want that to get mistaken. There was one that sounded like it was about our little separation, and I was like "dear fucking god, how do you always know Fagged Out Trio?" but I couldn't get to the sixth song without a panic attack... I've never been able to hate something more interesting in my life.
That's what you get for messing with the Big Bad Wolf and his Little Red Riding Hood, I guess.