i wish...
what do i wish for?
to start over?
to not be so fucked up?
to be able to sleep?
to be able to hold you in times like this?
to be able to reach you anywhere?
to make your life better?
to be able to make it all go away?
to help you?
to be able to fix it all?
to be the boy you deserve?
to be the guy that you love?
i dont know what i need or want
except to hold you right now
and to be allowed to sleep with you in my arms
well now for an update on my physical status
my abs are goin away
im up to 145
im eating less
i aint sleepin
i feel heavier
i hate pimples
8 minutes, but i could prbbly drag it out if i wanted to
i fell asleep in 5th hour today
i decided i love being hug raped
i rly rly feel like cutting
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1 comment:
please dont cut. please?
i love you and you always make my life better, you can make it all go away the second you are with me, you help me without even knowing it, and you fix it without even trying. You are the boy i deserve and the guy i love.
1 more year love and we can leave. go somewhere else, somewhere far away. then we can sleep in each other's arms everynight. and i know it would probably be a stretch, but conceivably, if i were to get over to your house early enough late at night, i could sneak in and sleep there for a few hours at least.
PROBABLY drag it out? so you are unsure mr.-i-can-control-when? xD
i dont care how long it takes. okay well i dont really want to sit there for an hour or something, but relatively speaking, i dont care. remember, the answer is always "whatever you like baby"
your abs are fine. they are perfectly fine. you're weight is good, don't obsess. eating less isn't necessarily bad unless you're going manorexic and not eating anything for a whole day or more. you're not heavier. everyone hates pimples. stop falling asleep and maybe girls wont draw on your arm. everyone loves to be hug raped (glomped). If they don't, they are liars.
i love you and i hope this made you feel even a little bit better.
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