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I don't like you loving her. And I don't like her for being so lovable, to you.
You say I'm yours, then doesn't that mean you're mine?
If I belong to you, then don't you also belong to me?
What kind of person am I if I give myself to you and am satisfied with the fact that you consider yourself free and able to love and be loved by so many others?
My heart, my chest, my pussy, my legs, my back, my neck, every orgasm... those are yours.
And you mark me; I am your territory.
When is it my turn?
I told Wendy today about my "thing". My need to be necessary, to have people want me around and miss me when I'm gone. Right after I said it, I started making excuses, but she said something in reply that I didn't expect... she said we all want that, and you deserve that. It gave me something to think about.
I got an A on my Just War presentation. And I decided to stay at school and wait for Lonnie, because I think he said he MIGHT meet me before we have class @ 7, but honestly I'm not sure. And it's raining and cold and I've never wanted to burn myself so bad in my life. I don't know exactly what's making me feel the need, but I can't. I CAN'T.
I'm going to go sit in my car and listen to Damien Rice.
You say I'm yours, then doesn't that mean you're mine?
If I belong to you, then don't you also belong to me?
What kind of person am I if I give myself to you and am satisfied with the fact that you consider yourself free and able to love and be loved by so many others?
My heart, my chest, my pussy, my legs, my back, my neck, every orgasm... those are yours.
And you mark me; I am your territory.
When is it my turn?
I told Wendy today about my "thing". My need to be necessary, to have people want me around and miss me when I'm gone. Right after I said it, I started making excuses, but she said something in reply that I didn't expect... she said we all want that, and you deserve that. It gave me something to think about.
I got an A on my Just War presentation. And I decided to stay at school and wait for Lonnie, because I think he said he MIGHT meet me before we have class @ 7, but honestly I'm not sure. And it's raining and cold and I've never wanted to burn myself so bad in my life. I don't know exactly what's making me feel the need, but I can't. I CAN'T.
I'm going to go sit in my car and listen to Damien Rice.