having sex with him is like teaching a 2 year old how to shoot a machine gun.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
i have a heart. it hurts sometimes. it beats a little faster when i see that boy i like. it races while i run. i have a mind. it hurts sometimes. sometimes it gets all fuzzy. you can blame my heart. i think about things. a lot. i have eyes. i can see what is going on. i'm not blind you know. i have lips. to say things you wouldn't believe. to kiss with. to purse when i'm angry. i have hair. its always falling in my face it gets kinda annoying. maybe i should just shave my head. I am a girl. I am a person. Did you know that? you did... okay so why do you treat me the way you treat me? I'm not your dog I'm not a doormat. so don't make me one.
hi, yes. i have boobs i know. you want to look up now? you know i have eyes right? there you go. good job. you looked up. and now you are looking down again. typical. and you say you aren't like everyone else. that is a lie. i know that you are still staring. i hope you know that people notice you are doing that. Because you look kinda stupid when you talk to me. you have goo goo eyes and you aren't looking at my face. how embarrassing.
i want a relationship that's not all about sex. i just want to cuddle with you and be able to tell you how my day was. I want to be able to tell you how happy you make me. I want to hold you when you're upset and kiss your pain away. I just want you all to myself. I don't want this. This fake love that revolves around lust. Because it is breaking my heart and its tearing us apart. And i hate it. Because i miss the way we used to be. When you'd call me beautiful or stunning instead of sexy and hot. When you'd kiss me in the hallway instead of giving me the look you give me now. I feel like i am nothing. Like i am your booty call. One phone call away. And i can't be that girl... i don't want to be that girl.
" all the time is all the time. it does not change. it does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. it simply is. take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as i've said before, bugs in amber. Here we are, trapped, in the amber of the moment. There is no why."