casting on with a slingshot
she's not pregnant. he's not married.
the psycho is still on his computer.
the best friend turned boyfriend turned friend is no longer a friend.
the man is no longer a virgin.
the boyfriend is on the road.
i'm in my second semester of college at Tech. i've almost finished my applications for general scholarships and community advisor in the Fall. i'm stressed. my heart is twisted. my body is abnormal. my head is foggy.
i'm trying to figure out why i love a man who will never love me back. i'm trying to figure out why i'm dating a boy who always finds ways to make me cry.
i mean, stephen could possibly be one of the most of amazing people on the planet. i can't get him out of my head. the way he feels, the way he smells, the sound of his voice, the way he makes me feel whole and needed.... except he doesn't need me. except he's on his way to be a professional actor and i'm probably just an experiment that he goes back to whenever he doesn't want a night alone. except i want him to love me. i want his approval. i want his presence.
i'm hungry
and joseph? i can't figure it out. he's what keeps me in Lubbock and not in San Antonio where i really want to be. but we fight all the time about the stupidest things. he's too religious. he doesn't like my cursing. he's too conservative. he can't understand why i cry when i don't really have a reason. he can't understand that i can be the most crazed, emotional female. but he's funny and he cares about me and he is the warmth i need at night when everything seems to go wrong.
i think i'm just a bad person. i've hurt people. and i'll probably hurt more people. and i hate that.
the psycho is still on his computer.
the best friend turned boyfriend turned friend is no longer a friend.
the man is no longer a virgin.
the boyfriend is on the road.
i'm in my second semester of college at Tech. i've almost finished my applications for general scholarships and community advisor in the Fall. i'm stressed. my heart is twisted. my body is abnormal. my head is foggy.
i'm trying to figure out why i love a man who will never love me back. i'm trying to figure out why i'm dating a boy who always finds ways to make me cry.
i mean, stephen could possibly be one of the most of amazing people on the planet. i can't get him out of my head. the way he feels, the way he smells, the sound of his voice, the way he makes me feel whole and needed.... except he doesn't need me. except he's on his way to be a professional actor and i'm probably just an experiment that he goes back to whenever he doesn't want a night alone. except i want him to love me. i want his approval. i want his presence.
i'm hungry
and joseph? i can't figure it out. he's what keeps me in Lubbock and not in San Antonio where i really want to be. but we fight all the time about the stupidest things. he's too religious. he doesn't like my cursing. he's too conservative. he can't understand why i cry when i don't really have a reason. he can't understand that i can be the most crazed, emotional female. but he's funny and he cares about me and he is the warmth i need at night when everything seems to go wrong.
i think i'm just a bad person. i've hurt people. and i'll probably hurt more people. and i hate that.