So I really don't know what's become of me. I know that it's not a bad thing what I'm doing....I'm just tired. I want to have sex, sure. But I want to only have to do that with one person. TO have someone who's not gonna play you, use you, abuse your heart. I've had my fair share, as you've read, of hopes dashed, dreams crushed... I'm too trusting and I know. So why can't I just have a relationship where I don't get crazy, get a lot of sex, and have an amazing friend while at it.
It sounds impossible.
But...it happened. I mean I guess everyone knew eventually we would do something. (He might be my best friends old best friend...) But I found someone who's willing to be exactly that. While yes, there are rules, I know that it could actually work.
So yeah... I guess we'll see what happen.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
TMP
I met someone. (Again. I know...shush.) He's adorable, and amazing, and incredible. Sure, I'm already over thinking things. It's not even been a week. I just want him. Only him. Please universe, let me PLEASE have this one.
Friday, April 4, 2014
You're Hot And Then Cold
We date, then we're friends. And that's good for me because then I don't freak out about stuff, don't feel the need to talk to you 24/7. But I still think about you. Then I try not to listen to everyone who thinks that we'll end up together. Because I know that's what I probably want in the end....or...I don't know....
Boys are stupid
Boys are stupid
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Eventually
I don't feel the need to be entertained.
I just enjoy your proximity.
And even with your unmeaning insulting,
I just feel the need to impress.
No pressure.
I don't feel the need to be adored.
I just like when you talk to me.
And even with your condescending intelligence,
I just feel the need to impress.
No pressure.
I don't feel the need to always touch, taste, kiss, and hold you...
No pressure.
I just enjoy your proximity.
And even with your unmeaning insulting,
I just feel the need to impress.
No pressure.
I don't feel the need to be adored.
I just like when you talk to me.
And even with your condescending intelligence,
I just feel the need to impress.
No pressure.
I don't feel the need to always touch, taste, kiss, and hold you...
No pressure.
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