June 2011
19 posts
I love when I am right about people.
I’ve always been good at guessing.
Hate when being right doesn’t do me any good however
I feel completely used.
It has never ever rained on my birthday before. ever.
i don’t like this omen.
You're my daddy.
Daddy’s little girl, his little princess. I never was your perfect child. Screaming and yelling, the tears that followed. I hate you’s and late sorry’s. 17 years later and the waters calm. Trying to avoid the drop the will create the storm. Enjoying the moment. I love you’s are more frequent. No matter what, You’re my daddy, Those scraped knees. The stupid boys, the...
"Don't Talk Dick."
I loved our date. I love your worrying. I love your too short hair. I love your harassing. I love your silliness. I love how you are me in 50 years. I love you. But I am worried about you. You’re so sad. So lonely. And all I can do is watch it consume you. I hope you’re feet don’t give out. I hope you never stop visiting. I hope you never stop loving.
I feel good.
I feel really great around myself and how I look today. I’m feeling sexy yet have no where to go.
Hi dogs. (;
goodnight wonderland.
I love we are are civil. I love that I can simply smile at you and the world won’t end.
I love it.
my mom said its great to flirt, do it as much as you can…
I have no one to flirt with….
awkward.
flash back.
Watching you become me.
