what wonderful charicture of intimacy ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
God I hate him.
I didn't get to see him on friday.
he hasn't called.
so where does that leave me?
Biting my lip gnawing my bottom lip off and listening to Panic! At The Disco.
Oh, the teen-aged angst!
isn't it just lovely?
He's turning me frigid.
honestly.
when im around him i'm the good polite proper young-lady. the one who doesn't make the first move. the one who doesn't make dirty jokes. the frigid non sexual type.
Are we seeing the problem yet
that just isn't me you know im not a slut but im not a prude.
I've given up...he wants something, he has to go after it.
I'm not so content with my dreams