Some things and more.
I can never sleep.
BB/DL yesterday was phun. Rollar coasters are good things. The smell of sweat and suntan lotion does not bother me, did you know? Failed distractions. I'll be in New Jersey again soon. That's kind of my favourite place to be. You know... Michale Graves. Uh. I drew and coloured Rickee a Reddit alien, heh. Because I'm nice. Also, my legs are cold. Well my whole body is especially cold and lacking the proper body hair to protect this anemic young adult from the frozen tundra that is my bedroom on summer mornings. My sheets have curious stains from the other night, and it was a good night. I had a bit of a breakdown tonight, however, but thas okay. Some times I still wish I could talk to [her]. Isn't it odd, I have plenty of people to talk to in my people box. But I just want her. Maybe because she's not in that box, just sitting on a high, high shelf. Watching, haunting. I wish there was a way. These statements aren't about K-la. Though I miss her, I still just feel like she's on vacation, and happy. One of these days that will catch up to me. So, anyway. This post is expired now. Yes, you've read it in it's freshhood and it's begun to rot. You devoured the oh so interesting words greedily and felt them up with your eyes like an old, dirty, young flesh seeking pedophile. Stop reading or you will develop a nasty allergic reaction for certain. Oh, did you know, I love Rob? He loves me, too. He is such a pretty sleeper and I think I want to rub my legs on his. Are you itching? Don't scratch. I'm going to read a book.
BB/DL yesterday was phun. Rollar coasters are good things. The smell of sweat and suntan lotion does not bother me, did you know? Failed distractions. I'll be in New Jersey again soon. That's kind of my favourite place to be. You know... Michale Graves. Uh. I drew and coloured Rickee a Reddit alien, heh. Because I'm nice. Also, my legs are cold. Well my whole body is especially cold and lacking the proper body hair to protect this anemic young adult from the frozen tundra that is my bedroom on summer mornings. My sheets have curious stains from the other night, and it was a good night. I had a bit of a breakdown tonight, however, but thas okay. Some times I still wish I could talk to [her]. Isn't it odd, I have plenty of people to talk to in my people box. But I just want her. Maybe because she's not in that box, just sitting on a high, high shelf. Watching, haunting. I wish there was a way. These statements aren't about K-la. Though I miss her, I still just feel like she's on vacation, and happy. One of these days that will catch up to me. So, anyway. This post is expired now. Yes, you've read it in it's freshhood and it's begun to rot. You devoured the oh so interesting words greedily and felt them up with your eyes like an old, dirty, young flesh seeking pedophile. Stop reading or you will develop a nasty allergic reaction for certain. Oh, did you know, I love Rob? He loves me, too. He is such a pretty sleeper and I think I want to rub my legs on his. Are you itching? Don't scratch. I'm going to read a book.