i am so fucking pissed. i am tired of your bullshit. i've tried countless times to continue our friendship, but i'm becoming physically ill whenever i speak to you. i'm starting to hate you.
i love you more than i have ever loved anyone. the distance is torture and i miss you terribly. i'm still afraid that one day you'll either tire of me or i'll frighten you. i'm just terrified of you leaving, in any capacity. but i'm trying to remain optimistic and think of spending forever with you.
oh my. i haven't been on here in two years. so much shit has happened... and i miss being as creative as i once once, but i suppose that's what life does to you. it sucks every ounce of awesome out of your body. meh.
i expected the bird to fly away when i approached it... flutter its wings frantically and disappear into the trees; however...as i inched closer... i saw its neck. and i cried.