And the beat goes on
I know two entries ago I told Tristan that everything had to end. But that night we had a good talk... I guess I can deal, he just has to. I do want to be healthier, and he explained that, that is all he was trying to convey. He did apologize for using words that made, what he was trying to say, come out the complete opposite. (If that made sense)
I love to learn more about him, I just don't like how he makes his past so secretive. Last night I found out he hates fiction books, and can only draw inanimate objects. There's so much more that I would love to type here, about him. But I don't think I will. Lets just say last night was awesome, and he made my heart flutter when he said "You know, you look better without makeup"
Yay tomorrow I get my phone!
I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO do NOT want to be in jcpenny today. I'm just tired of all the bitchy old ladies. Why cant you grow old and nice not old and bitter. And why the fuck take it out on me?!!!
Inspired by page 202, by a dream of you.
(written 1/9/06, while reading white oleander)
I wished we could fly
I wished to just once see you cry.
I have wished many things. Many came true.
I wished I could understand you.
I was young and immature upon meeting.
Now I'm young and wiser, excuse the bleeting.
I'm a bit neurotic, from time to time.
I have a special tree in which I like to climb.
If you were here, I promise I wouldn't cuddle.
You care not for romance, your much more subtle.
I would sit here, twirl my hair, and breath in deep.
Your smell, into my nostrils I slowly let it creep.
Hold me, like I long for, I silently scream.
I wake up, was this all a dream?
Where did my lover go? I want him back!
I long for romance in my life, cut me some slack.
I love to learn more about him, I just don't like how he makes his past so secretive. Last night I found out he hates fiction books, and can only draw inanimate objects. There's so much more that I would love to type here, about him. But I don't think I will. Lets just say last night was awesome, and he made my heart flutter when he said "You know, you look better without makeup"
Yay tomorrow I get my phone!
I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO do NOT want to be in jcpenny today. I'm just tired of all the bitchy old ladies. Why cant you grow old and nice not old and bitter. And why the fuck take it out on me?!!!
Inspired by page 202, by a dream of you.
(written 1/9/06, while reading white oleander)
I wished we could fly
I wished to just once see you cry.
I have wished many things. Many came true.
I wished I could understand you.
I was young and immature upon meeting.
Now I'm young and wiser, excuse the bleeting.
I'm a bit neurotic, from time to time.
I have a special tree in which I like to climb.
If you were here, I promise I wouldn't cuddle.
You care not for romance, your much more subtle.
I would sit here, twirl my hair, and breath in deep.
Your smell, into my nostrils I slowly let it creep.
Hold me, like I long for, I silently scream.
I wake up, was this all a dream?
Where did my lover go? I want him back!
I long for romance in my life, cut me some slack.