It's just that kinda night
So fuckface Travis called me. I hope his new house burn down. Because I bet he's smoking cigarettes in his comfy little bed, in the bed we slept together in, where you told me you have never been so happy and didnt want me to ever leave. So honey let's hope you're not up to late smoking and you accidently fall asleep. Or please do.
I dont know what I'll do if I see him. Part of me wants to just gouge out his eyes. and slam his head into the concrete. But another part of me just wants to rip his clothes off and fuck him. No. Just tell him to hold me.
But I guess getting laid wouldn't be too bad. Not at all. I think I'm sexually frustrated.
I'm the bitch and moan queen.
(Yeah yeah it smells like sex, and it's a mess and that's my fault. Sorry, Sorry. Well it's called "love" but this war. SO what's the score, zero-zero....
She says's love and I say yawn.)
P.S. DS I love you.
I dont know what I'll do if I see him. Part of me wants to just gouge out his eyes. and slam his head into the concrete. But another part of me just wants to rip his clothes off and fuck him. No. Just tell him to hold me.
But I guess getting laid wouldn't be too bad. Not at all. I think I'm sexually frustrated.
I'm the bitch and moan queen.
(Yeah yeah it smells like sex, and it's a mess and that's my fault. Sorry, Sorry. Well it's called "love" but this war. SO what's the score, zero-zero....
She says's love and I say yawn.)
P.S. DS I love you.