the best parts of lonely

[skarykitie]

oh god.
so good.

him
and that beard
and a faux 'stach
and his smell
and those lips
and the hands
and his insecurity
and my van.

and god....

five
fucking
weeks
without.

i am so sick of boys who are never home.

and i am sick of my responsibilities.
i am sick of being tied.
i am sick of having commitments
to work
to school

he has freedom i can't have.
he can leave for two months, no big thing.
he can go to europe when the chance comes up.
and nothing is stopping him.

nothing is stopping him.
nothing is stopping him.

fuck.
why am i locked up?
when do i get an adventure.

.sad face.

i fucking miss him
and i don't want to
cause it hurts
and it makes the days go by so slow.

i do not feel very well put together right now.