Jun 28, 2005 17:54
Look.
If you're upset about that last entry, get over yourself.
Football player is one of my very best friends, and he told me about this awfully naughty dream he had the other night, and it was exquisite.
Sometimes, all you talk about is Jenn and you used to tell me all about Heather and Val and blah blah blah.
So you know what?
You have NO right to be mad at me.
I haven't done shit with football player, and I couldn't even if I wanted to, and you've told me worse things before.
So get the fuck over yourself and realize that it's not that bad.
And now, a poem by Izzy...
I want you, but I don't want you to just want me the way I want you.
I want you to want me the way yu want me, do you want that?
And I don't want you to want me because I want you, but because you want me and need me.
I need you, and I want you to want it in the way I want, and don't say I can't want to want you.
Because I want you, whether or not you want me too, because I know you need me to want you, and I know you need to want the way I need to want you, and I always get what I want, so, god damn it, want me.