///I just poured my heart out...///
Navigate: (Previous 3 entries | Next 3 entries) Wednesday, June 17, 20099:46PM - I...I don't want the redneck hick that is bad in bed. I don't want the guy that reminds me of my ex-boyfriend. I want the blue eyed bass player that likes Broken Social Scene and keeps me on my toes (for lack of a better term). Tuesday, June 2, 20094:07PMI totally wanna feel the sex haze. The relationship where the sex is so good that you ignore all of the other person's flaws. I've experienced the attraction haze, where you ignore the others flaws because you wanna be around them all the time and jump them like whoa, but can we now move onto the sex haze? Please? 1:05AMFuck fucking bastard, fuck fuckity fuck! Why?! Why would he bother? He does the apology thing. Then, tonight, he messages me on aim. We talk for like 5 minutes, he says he's gonna spend the summer going to see a psychiatrist. I say, those are fun. Then he's like, yeah unless something is wrong. To which I respond, something's always wrong it just depends on how you feel about its wrong-ness. The I wait...and he said nothing. So I said, ...in terms of how most people handle therapy, I mean. Still, nothing. So, I go, Psychiatrist say anything interesting? And you know what, he hasn't said anything. I just, why fucking bother messaging me? Just to drive me crazy? Really? I fucking...Ah! Navigate: (Previous 3 entries | Next 3 entries) |

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