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what i haven't said is i love you!
what i didn't mention is that i hate you!
what i think about you is "fuck me now!"
i haven't been lovesick! i haven't missed love! i don't even care for it anymore..at least in that way! i miss a friend. not a specific friend. just a friend. i've really lost myself. a long while ago, i must have slipped and fell, and chipped off a huge part of me.
i called shoghi the other day! best conversation in a long time. he seemed happy with life! totally stashed my pictures away in a box, at least that's what he said when looking for a pic to show a friend. what an ass! what a funny, smart-mouthed ass!
i hate work!
the weather is in complete contrast to my emo-emotions! it's beautiful and sunny outside. i'm ugly and gloomy. my photography doesn't even seem to capture the true nature of spring.
i wish i could be inspired to write. and not lame mushy, depressing bullshit that could come from any pussy! i'm talking about a really good, hit home, bring out the steak'knife story...or poem! or even a freaking love letter to a john!
i want to shave my hair again! i can't handle this length! i want long or nothing! not this bearly shoulder length crap.
there was a guy calling me a lot. i met him at a club. he somehow lost interest when i told him i wouldn't have sex till i was married. he responded with "well then we better hurry and get to know each other so i can propose!" i threw up a little in my mouth. he was a pretty light skinned black guy..but i have a different agenda than he. he hasn't called in a week. i'm not worrying! he was too gangster for me.
what i didn't mention is that i hate you!
what i think about you is "fuck me now!"
i haven't been lovesick! i haven't missed love! i don't even care for it anymore..at least in that way! i miss a friend. not a specific friend. just a friend. i've really lost myself. a long while ago, i must have slipped and fell, and chipped off a huge part of me.
i called shoghi the other day! best conversation in a long time. he seemed happy with life! totally stashed my pictures away in a box, at least that's what he said when looking for a pic to show a friend. what an ass! what a funny, smart-mouthed ass!
i hate work!
the weather is in complete contrast to my emo-emotions! it's beautiful and sunny outside. i'm ugly and gloomy. my photography doesn't even seem to capture the true nature of spring.
i wish i could be inspired to write. and not lame mushy, depressing bullshit that could come from any pussy! i'm talking about a really good, hit home, bring out the steak'knife story...or poem! or even a freaking love letter to a john!
i want to shave my hair again! i can't handle this length! i want long or nothing! not this bearly shoulder length crap.
there was a guy calling me a lot. i met him at a club. he somehow lost interest when i told him i wouldn't have sex till i was married. he responded with "well then we better hurry and get to know each other so i can propose!" i threw up a little in my mouth. he was a pretty light skinned black guy..but i have a different agenda than he. he hasn't called in a week. i'm not worrying! he was too gangster for me.