Nov 07, 2005 01:41
3:31am, october 5th, 2005.
age seventeen and i want more. i urinated a few minutes ago and really just wanted to take a few puffs off one of my moms cigarettes, but i'm way to scared for that. becoming addicted in one puff, yup, that'd be my luck. becoming dependent on something in one second is a pretty scary thought.
i want to smoke camel turkish silvers, because maybe then it'll give us something in common, then you'll sweep me off my feet, like i've been praying for.
you. you & your sweeping dirty-blonde hair & pouty lips that hold those turkish silvers so well. that blue striped shirt and those khaki carhart shorts you're always wearing. i know the shell of you so well. i only wish i knew YOU, the inside, the important stuff, y'know? what makes your heart race, what makes your cheeks turn pink, what really impresses you. because God knows i'd do whatever it takes in a heartbeat. you're smile is so warm & your eyes are so charming. why couldn't it have been you "who paid with a 50 because i was cute?" there's something about you & you're peach snapple iced tea, that just keeps pulling me in.
blast from the past last week. something inside of me wants to know who she is, if she's "the one" & how she in fact, scored you.