May 21, 2009 22:41
Here I am again in total bliss.not bliss... just worry. I have blisters on my feet, bite marks in my neck, skin peeling off my fingers, bleeding lip, and a twisted sense of humor. If only it was that funny. I need a drink, a cigarette. I want to have sex so I can fill that unwanted desire to screw the life out of him. If only it was that easy. I need a way out, while staying inside the loop of my marriage. I'm okay with it. Well sometimes. For the most part... I suppose. I want you Brandon. I want your love and I want you to act like you could give a damn. I want to be rejected while you decide to wrap your hands around my neck. I love you to pieces and you never bring peace to my mind. I love you. I despise you. You were meant for me and that will never change for as long as I can keep my head above water. You will never know how much you have saved my life until its too late. Hopefully whatever you are going through now is a temporary thing, and that I am just the wind up doll that you like to toy with on short notice. Because I am nobody's blow-up doll. NOBODY'S. I love you but do not think for a second that I am your ex girlfriend's because you will find very quick that I am not. Hope you are not disappointed... Anyways get a grip son because I need you like I need oxygen but you need a reality check. I mean FUNKY BUTT LOVIN!
I love you... Stay sane for me. and do not mess this up.
Brittany