But I can't think of a damn thing I'd rather do than just cuddle with him.

I love being able to smile...and mean it.

It's a fantastic sensation.

I'm not as free to say what I want on my own journal.

Apparently I'm going to be judged.

So I guess I'll just censor what I write.

Pretend I'm happy-go-lucky and everything in my life is just fine and fucking dandy.

"Hi guys!

I love my life!

Things couldn't be better!"

Looks like I'm back where I started.

I wish I could just stay in your arms forever ( Read more... )

I've had a poor sampling of date boys ( Read more... )

This is a sick-cycle carousel...sick-cycle, yeah ( Read more... )

So, that fell through just like everything else.

Stick to my guns- what fucking guns ( Read more... )

I so often find myself saying ( Read more... )

That is pretty much the only thing to run through my head since last night.

Over and over and over.

Please, God, please don't let this happen.