Don't pretend you know me.
You only know the old me; foolish me.

Mmm imported pussy...

That's great and all, but don't you think you should get it tested first?

This isn't the first time this dog brought germs into my house.

Like, I go from almost never being sick to getting full on head colds now that this ho wants to fly out to fake get her pussy licked.

It's pathetic and disgusting.

I thank the stars I'm not the type to spend stupid amounts of money to see ANY female that's not my mom.

So go on with your new import, just stop bringing me the spoils, namely the germs you gather.

One sure way to know...

That you don't love me and only seek to control me is that you threaten I will be alone and miserable without you.

You don't wish me happiness, only despair in your absence. Your inflated ego, although you swear you don't have one, is the ultimate reason I don't trust you or wish to love you ever again.

"What do you call a lesbian with long nails?"

"Single."

"It's the worst feeling in the world when someone carves a mark on your life, then leaves and doesn't even care."

Forgotten...

I have so many questions and feelings and no one to trust to quench this thirst or this fire I cradle in my chest.

I'm rotting from the inside out.

I still feel you and the taste of cigarettes
What could I ever run to?

Just tell me it's tearing you apart

Just tell me you cannot sleep...

Aroused.

My body is ready...

Diagnosis :

No, you weren't the first, but I held high hopes for you being the last.

I banked on that... I thrived on that.

In a way, you are the last. There is no one after you.

I've come to accept that its not you i miss, it's the connections that sparked an ideal that sparked the emotions that I miss.

I've tried not once, not twice, but three times for new times' sake and for naught.

Yes, I'm a fool, but can I really be considered a fool if I was only chasing my dreams of a happier life?

I guess so.

As I lay me down to sleep
This I pray
That you will hold me dear
Though I'm far away
I'll whisper your name
Into the sky
And I will wake up [unhappy]

...

For some reason, this song popped into my head.

I used to really love to hear this song when I was younger..

But now, for all the reasons I can think of, it's in my head, right now.

I hate talking about myself, I feel like the self-centered jerk I am.

Every day and every night, I send silent prayers

though I know prayers and wishes are for the weak minded

and if I want something to happen,

I should do it myself,

but I'm sick of being the one to reach out,

making myself vulnerable

and ultimately being hung out to dry.

Fact of the matter is, with all that I'm doing now, something's still missing.

It's not her, it's the feeling she gave me.

I won't, there for I can't.