Could this life get any worse?

Nov 12, 2004 16:27

fucking bollocks. YES, another fucking speeding ticket, some wanker lady police women got me with a gun. what a twat. so, im hoping that the camera the other day, didnt get me. otherwise, there goes the licence. £60 fucking fine and 3 points, what a fucking joke. i dont even have £60, what they going to do, put me in jail?

i think i have finally managed to piss off my two closest friends. they both hate me. i know it. im trying to stay positive by this, so i am deciding to go to some random gay night with some friends in Oxford, this allows me to get wankered and forget everything. if im really lucky, i may even forget that i have a 'life' and will just dissapear. i am planning on getting properly hammered, so when i wake in the morning, the past week will be a distant memory.

"we lay on my bed, my head in your arms, i feel you breathing and watch your stomach rise and fall. rise and fall. i close my eyes, and realise that this is where i want to be. where i want to be. i listen to you as you kiss my face, it feels really nice. i turn back toward you and look you in the eye. if i could wish for anything right now, it would be to have you. but instead, for now, i shall gently kiss your cheek. I cant let go, not when it feels so good being in your arms. i slowly move my body towards yours and hope that you feel what i feel. i feel your face press against mine, harder and harder. I feel so much emotion, that its hard to stay quiet. I reach for your hand, thats resting on your thigh, i clutch it and i place each of my fingers in between yours. this is the closest i have felt to anyone, for as long as i can remember. i raise your hand and gently press my lips against your hand. i remember... this is where i want to be"
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