love
talked to brie today about dewboy. about how much he must love me, despite how fucking critical he is of me. why this oppression?? i haven't seen him all week, have no clue where he is, has been. but i'm happy just as is.
i'm like a wheel, and a free one.
i think i want to go out and soak up every bit of life from everyone. how come he thinks wrongly of that? i'll be safe. i'll carry mace, i'll judo-chop.
i'll come back at the end of the night and crawl back into his bed to him, because he didn't want to come out with me earlier. and in the morning things are fiine.
OR WILL THEY BE??
i'm like a wheel, and a free one.
i think i want to go out and soak up every bit of life from everyone. how come he thinks wrongly of that? i'll be safe. i'll carry mace, i'll judo-chop.
i'll come back at the end of the night and crawl back into his bed to him, because he didn't want to come out with me earlier. and in the morning things are fiine.
OR WILL THEY BE??