my name is casanova.
i'm basically a man...
good god i fucking love a man with swagger.
give me a punk. a good old fashioned, honest to god, anarchy loving, mohawked, leather jacket wearing, pierced and tattooed asshole with his middle finger raised in the air like a victory flag shouting "FUCK YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU FUCKING STAND FOR YOU PRETENTIOUS MOTHERFUCKS."
fuck me. my ex fit that description perfectly. and i am weak enough to say i miss that little jerk.
we used to be fucking great. we'd go to casualties shows and he would kiss me. right in the front row.
but he's gone now.
and all i do is chain smoke and walk around in the cold, looking for a new him.
but the truth is, he did all the work. he came to me.
so now i fucking wait. in this godforsaken place. where all i do is wait.
i kissed that preppy boy yesterday. i hated it.
hated it hated it hated it.
he tasted like chlorine.
it felt so wrong i wanted to puke.
i'm gonna burn this place to the fucking ground.
swear to god.
