not stopping
again again again. these fucking dreams don't stop. still about you, not directly sexual but still. you got thrown out of class for trying to help me and i gave the principal a piece of my mind. i woke up in tears - a delerious mess. why do i still fight for you?
so i did the only logical thing i could think of;
dragged myself out of bed, a trail of clothes leading right up to the shower... and masturbated. until it hurt to masturbate anymore - the relentless jet of water forcing it out of me over and over.
then;
back to bed to sleep a dreamless and strangely satisfying sleep. i woke up feeling used and hurt. how ironic.
.
oh, and seriously? as if i need a push to fall in love - it doesn't take many words, or ever half your eloquence (or intelligence) before i become delusional again. don't pick me.
so i did the only logical thing i could think of;
dragged myself out of bed, a trail of clothes leading right up to the shower... and masturbated. until it hurt to masturbate anymore - the relentless jet of water forcing it out of me over and over.
then;
back to bed to sleep a dreamless and strangely satisfying sleep. i woke up feeling used and hurt. how ironic.
.
oh, and seriously? as if i need a push to fall in love - it doesn't take many words, or ever half your eloquence (or intelligence) before i become delusional again. don't pick me.