rosa, wheres my own personal frank?

so once again i am in this space. this space where i have been so many times before. you tell me its all my fault but then they tell me its always your fault. what i don't get is that if so many people can believe one way why can i never find just one more that does too. just one more for myself.
it was the weirdest quietest freak out i have ever seen. darrel and i were seriously left here wondering - literally - "what the fuck just happened?" and of course we both have our theories. and both of us are probably right. but still i want to know exactly what happened. what did i do - that made you do - that brought me so close to my fathers mind. that made you think me caring about you was "weird" or "just like every other faggot" you've met. and worthy of driving on any road that fucking wasted. cuz quite litearlly thats all it came down to... i don't enjoy that. and now you say you want to talk about it with me. now. what the fuck... where am i.

i don't get this shit. and for fuck sake maybe i'm just not supposed to. but put down all expectations you have of me and then we'll be the happiest humpers, baby. i'm not a replacement. and i never will be. i don't want to be. we're meant to be new.

peace.
love - cody tyler or c.titty ;]