another sick day of my life...
yes i have solved my everything with my sweets although we are both a lil distant cuz we are hurt... we got thru it, and thats sum real mature shit yessss. man it was hard lookin him in the face without crying and feelin like a little bit of an asshole. and he always makes me smile and keep my head up cuz thats what his momma taught him best, to keep his head up. so i try but its hard... damn does he look sexy in my glasses oh yea for sure...yummmmmmmy yessssss. anyway so after we talked after skool also i felt a lot better inside like it was burning me to see him. yes i really jus needed to see him in person and give him a hug... i thought i wasnt going to get kisses but i luv it when he jus pulls my head up and has his hands on my chin so i rest my head on it and he kisses me on the forehead and on my nose then on my lips and then i am to rest my head on his shoulder. when he tells me not to cry i do and harder i dunno why but i just do, i think i cry in a sense that i am happy not sad crying but happy crying because i am lucky to have sumone like him who cares for me and luvs me and treats me like his queen. man i hit the fuckin jack-pot and im not going to fuck it up wit him. hmmm yes my soul is at rest and i have been under the influence of many steroids, antibiotics, and cough medicine and now i am feeling just a lil bit tired umm weeezy and yeaaaaaaa im lost. so i think b4 i seem to pass out that i need to go. oh wait one other note im sick of MRACO being such a two faced person... sorry we all arent like D and joy and have the ability to make WNBA but like bball isnt the only thing in everyones lives and well sorry i had to b sick and not make your damn day. eghh.... bball.... drama!!!