I am just so fucking sad right now. My bones hurt from being so lonely, lost. What is it to love when the one you love is nothing but a cold front? It has been so long. We have made it through so many things. Where did it go? Why does this happen? Why do I still care?
I wrote him an email, and spent all this time taking half naked pics in one of his shirts to add as attachements. He's been gone for a month now. I sent it five days ago, and he still hasn't opened it. Just a waste. Just a waste of all this love and passion inside of me. I'm as interesting as an old towel.
What hurts the most, is that he wouldn't fight for me. If I were to warn of leaving. Not a minute of his time. Not a bit of his energy.
I'm just an unnecessary flaw in his "rockstar" life.
I need a good fuck. An angry fuck. A lustfull fuck.
I can always daydream.
Oh well, tomorrow I'll wake up and the anger will have faded and I'll be back where I started. Neither here nor there but some awkward state of in-between.
Fuck it. G'night
I wrote him an email, and spent all this time taking half naked pics in one of his shirts to add as attachements. He's been gone for a month now. I sent it five days ago, and he still hasn't opened it. Just a waste. Just a waste of all this love and passion inside of me. I'm as interesting as an old towel.
What hurts the most, is that he wouldn't fight for me. If I were to warn of leaving. Not a minute of his time. Not a bit of his energy.
I'm just an unnecessary flaw in his "rockstar" life.
I need a good fuck. An angry fuck. A lustfull fuck.
I can always daydream.
Oh well, tomorrow I'll wake up and the anger will have faded and I'll be back where I started. Neither here nor there but some awkward state of in-between.
Fuck it. G'night













