long distance (i cant seem to think of something witty)

turned back to pete wentz for the time being. cut my hair short to keep away the bad memories and the shadows from the corner of my eye are gone so it seems to be working. the cure playing in my head phones while i attempt to work on my first full painting since college started and im on the verge of passing out with nothing but coffee in my gut. the painting is just some sort of rework of a tv girl album to be more loving in a more me way. biting into the other's shoulder, teeth ripping skin as love and passion consumes them and then some. mmm will it be taken wrongly if i say i miss my boyfriend with a subject like this and the previous sentence ringing in our brains? maybe but who cares all that matters is that i can feel the leather seat under me and the keyboard under my fingers still click loudly in the cafe i sit in. 

maybe i should get soemthing in me. either a bullet to my skull, food in my stomach or someone in my guts.