Quickly.

It's 1:19.

This is the first time I've written something on my computer for this blog in a long time.

Let's make it good please?

I don't know if I can.


So.
EMBER.

She's what my life has succumbed to. A girl who grew up on the streets in a black neighbor hood with the nick name "Snow Bunny." She's a soft cuddly creature with a giggle that can make you awe. The girl says she's in love with me. I believe it when she says the words. I don't when she tells me she'll call me than doesn't. I know she may be homeless right now. I know she may have an ulcer in her stomach because she hasn't eaten in days. I know that her life is filled with scars and tears that she regrets. It's really all so, overwhelming. I'm staying with her. For as long as I feel the need to be with her.

Many people tell me I'm crazy when I say, I'm going to drive down to Florida for her. A girl with no job. A girl with no car. A girl with no license. A girl with no I.D. I tell them it's love. They look at me with these eyes that scream something anew. I like it. I love finding surprise in people. But anyway. I don't care if i'm crazy. It's what I want.

I think I love her... At least.. I knew I really really did until she left. Now this whole situation she's brought our relationship too is such a mess. It's so fucking overwhelming. I'm in it, but I'm not sure if i'm going through the relationship unconscious or braving the heat. God this girl. I forgot how she really is she's been gone so long. She left on the 28th of may I believe. She can barely speak to me. Because she's "busy?" She didn't say those words. But I know she's living with some guy.

This guy she lives with, I'll describe him in words:

Burnt out
Ragged
Loose skin
Chimney
Obsessive
Money hungry
Disrespectful
Schizophrenic
Freak.

Oh and, Alcoholic.

You can see the drugs stole the years from his skin. His eyes are sunken in as far as his hair line has receded. The mitochondria of his cells are diminished due to the denaturation of toxic substances flowing through his already schlerosing veins. This mother' is nothing but an engine without oil running at maximum speed.

It feels good to be on here again.

Live, Love, Die.
Please?

Jobro has started to fall in my eyes. He's still my bestfriend but something seems wretched in him. He lies to his customers to get them to buy things from the job he works at. He'd tell them things to ensure false security. He makes a front to make the customer feel happy but over fake truths. He says it's alright, but i'm starting to think the world of businesses are getting to him. He often falters when things get rough and blames everyone but himself. He often makes it seem like the world is out to get him when really things aren't as bad as he overly exclaims. He surprised me when he bought a new car. He said that he could afford it, the car was 17,000 dollars. I feel like he's at such a financial risk, if i were to tell him he'd blow up because he's a fucking prick when slightly questioned. He finds himself to be immaculate and perfect. If he were to be even considered dumb he'd break out cursing like a big dumb fucking fool. He can't even open his eyes yet points out how everyone around him is imperfect. It annoys the FUCK out of me. He called me "fake" today. He calls me a "fake" friend, because he can't count on me. Really, he's pissed at me because I can't be free when he's free, he doesn't even want to hang out outside of his house when not at a restaurant. His fucking outrageous gestures fucking drive me up the wall. He's so fucking dumb, and thinks he's Einstein when he dropped out of college thinking that Apple is his life and savior. I'm sure when he get's fired or is "forced to leave the company" it's going to be their fault. He's so predictable it's nauseating.

I'm done ranting. I've work soon. Vios Con Destino.