Fuck you, my little hippie stupid sunshine.

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(I don't know what kind of social experiment i'm doing right now.)

I met him at this weird party,

I don’t remember much about that night,

I saw him and I liked him,

thought

maybe he has some tattoos, maybe not.

He was with those friends and

they weren’t like him

I danced, he laughed

talk about things that I can’t remember,

he has this beard, not long not short.

walked away, took a cab,

in the morning my sheets smelled like him.

The next days I thought about him

so I texted him

and discovered

this theory:

underneath the wool

there’s always a fucked up person hidding.

Then, at this party full of guys like him

I saw him, went back home alone and drunk

he called me on the phone

and said he was near to my house

but didn’t remember exactly how to get there,

so i told him,

and he came, slept, and we fucked.

Talked a lot about everything

and I’ve thinking

that maybe he’s my next best friend

maybe I said to my friends that

I was going to take it easy this time

but every fucking one knows that it was a lie,

I would never be able to take easy anything.