s&m forever.

you know what im talking about.
nuf. im going to bed.
you dont have to tell me twice.
but i dont mind hearing more than once.

i smell vomit ( Read more... )

i wonder:
does it matter we had our first kiss after we were engaged.
?
im hoping thats not a foreshadowing bad omen.
shit.
ldsfjdkfjdks.. ok. im done. im not gonna think about it.
ah.

hm.
everytime now. i end the conversation feeling guilty. and more of an obligation. i feel bad. thinking hes only obligated to say such things.
and then i wonder. and wonder.
why do i have to be so fuckin emo.

and i wonder why he hasnt left me yet

i love him.
what else more can i say.
oh.
hello again.
how about ashley. mady. and i. 24/hour hotcake house tomorrow night.
i mean. tonight. ten thirty ish.
call me.
im at home.
i mean. moms house.
blah.

why is it always my fault.
and when do i ever go downstairs?
fuckin a.
now i remember why i left.

i went to bed and woke up with this angry feeling of guilt. and i wanted to choke myself to get it out ( Read more... )

i thought i just saw the word penis.

but i didnt.

im creating the covers for his mixtape. i found him a box. and an article. no. two. articles. i think hell like them.
lets hope.
and lets wait. by the phone.
offically: waiting.

2 play lists ( Read more... )