I Can't Be Near You
I don't want to be obsessed and fall in love with a hot lebanese emo boy who is not muslim and who sings in a band and kisses really well just because he showed interest in me (and is my ultimate dreamboy that I have only wanted all my life).
I don't want to keep meeting boys when I'm wasted and regretting my behaviour the next day and getting annoyed when they don't message me back.
I don't want to keep going out all the time and spending my money on getting wasted and having fun when I should be home writing my fuckin arse off.
I don't want to always be the observer in social situations and feel embarrassed to say anything aloud in case people might think I'm really incompetant.
I don't want to hate the way I look anymore and just accept my flaws no matter how many.
I don't want to live in a city that is too small for me but not feel like I'm running away at the same time.
I don't want to pick up boys just so I can forget about someone else.
I don't want to write off boys just because they're not fucked up weirdos.
I don't want to be sad or angry or wish I was someone else all the time, or care what people think of me.
But one thing I do want is the hot egyptian boy sitting in my dad's living room. He looks like he would have a hot dark cock. Oh and in other news I got trashed at the Peel (yeah I know, that is so unlike me) and picked up a white boy who is non-emo and has a big smooth cock that I am likely to have again... Yeah I'm a bit of a mixed bag today and don't want to be at my dad's house right now doing the family thing when I could be home wearing trashy 80s clothes with Roxy and Lizzie for our fortnightly 80s Sunday ritual, getting smashed and pranking Charlie (hot emo lebo guy). That sounds like so much fun.
I don't want to keep meeting boys when I'm wasted and regretting my behaviour the next day and getting annoyed when they don't message me back.
I don't want to keep going out all the time and spending my money on getting wasted and having fun when I should be home writing my fuckin arse off.
I don't want to always be the observer in social situations and feel embarrassed to say anything aloud in case people might think I'm really incompetant.
I don't want to hate the way I look anymore and just accept my flaws no matter how many.
I don't want to live in a city that is too small for me but not feel like I'm running away at the same time.
I don't want to pick up boys just so I can forget about someone else.
I don't want to write off boys just because they're not fucked up weirdos.
I don't want to be sad or angry or wish I was someone else all the time, or care what people think of me.
But one thing I do want is the hot egyptian boy sitting in my dad's living room. He looks like he would have a hot dark cock. Oh and in other news I got trashed at the Peel (yeah I know, that is so unlike me) and picked up a white boy who is non-emo and has a big smooth cock that I am likely to have again... Yeah I'm a bit of a mixed bag today and don't want to be at my dad's house right now doing the family thing when I could be home wearing trashy 80s clothes with Roxy and Lizzie for our fortnightly 80s Sunday ritual, getting smashed and pranking Charlie (hot emo lebo guy). That sounds like so much fun.