hmmm....well i haven't been on here in so long. What's new with me....Well I'm trying to find myself a sugar daddy. I may have found one, but I'm not sure about him. I really want someone to spoil me. I have never been spoiled and really want to be.
I haven't talked to Jarom in so long. It's eating me alive. All I want is to hear his voice. Feel his touch. smell his hair. His arms wrapped around me. I'm dead without him, searching for unhealthy things to bring happiness in my life.
My tree frog died a few days ago. I cried and cried and cried and cried. I got mad a how much I just wanted to call jarom to have him console me. My tree frog was the main thing that kept me going after jarom. Mel was my heart and soul and now he too is gone. Why is it that when you love something so much that you have to loose it? Why did mel have to go? what purpose does it serve to leave me alone in the world with nothing to fill my heart with love?
I miss mel already. The second I found him, I was struck with grief. I moarn his loss and curse myself for not spending every moment with him. He would go camping with me. When I went on weekend trips he came with me. I bought so much cricket food just to make sure he would have the right nutrients. I would get mel high. His body would glaz over and he'd just stare at me. Mel and me were one in eachother. He instantly knew what I needed and wanted him to do. When I'd hold him, he would never hop off my body. He never went to the bathroom on me. Well he'd get excited and pee, but if he ever needed to take a dump he would hop off me, and go there then hop back on me.
I miss mel.
I'm so angry at myself for not taking him to the park a couple of days a week. Mel was my baby. The thing that helped me through. He had so much personality. Fuck everyone who thinks that frogs don't have personalities. My tree frog did. He was full of it. So cute, sweet, and returned the love I showed him. He always had live plants not fake. Beautiful rocks and a lugoon. He had a travel tank that was 5 gal, his home tank was 10. The last time I held mel, was when I noticed that the ants that were invading my home, had gone into his tank and decided to set up home. I was so scared that he had been stung or bit. But he only looked shooken up. He wasn't bleeding or dazed. Just scared. He wouldn't get off my hand when I tried put him into his old tank that was free of ants. My tree frog's gone. RIP mel.
I haven't talked to Jarom in so long. It's eating me alive. All I want is to hear his voice. Feel his touch. smell his hair. His arms wrapped around me. I'm dead without him, searching for unhealthy things to bring happiness in my life.
My tree frog died a few days ago. I cried and cried and cried and cried. I got mad a how much I just wanted to call jarom to have him console me. My tree frog was the main thing that kept me going after jarom. Mel was my heart and soul and now he too is gone. Why is it that when you love something so much that you have to loose it? Why did mel have to go? what purpose does it serve to leave me alone in the world with nothing to fill my heart with love?
I miss mel already. The second I found him, I was struck with grief. I moarn his loss and curse myself for not spending every moment with him. He would go camping with me. When I went on weekend trips he came with me. I bought so much cricket food just to make sure he would have the right nutrients. I would get mel high. His body would glaz over and he'd just stare at me. Mel and me were one in eachother. He instantly knew what I needed and wanted him to do. When I'd hold him, he would never hop off my body. He never went to the bathroom on me. Well he'd get excited and pee, but if he ever needed to take a dump he would hop off me, and go there then hop back on me.
I miss mel.
I'm so angry at myself for not taking him to the park a couple of days a week. Mel was my baby. The thing that helped me through. He had so much personality. Fuck everyone who thinks that frogs don't have personalities. My tree frog did. He was full of it. So cute, sweet, and returned the love I showed him. He always had live plants not fake. Beautiful rocks and a lugoon. He had a travel tank that was 5 gal, his home tank was 10. The last time I held mel, was when I noticed that the ants that were invading my home, had gone into his tank and decided to set up home. I was so scared that he had been stung or bit. But he only looked shooken up. He wasn't bleeding or dazed. Just scared. He wouldn't get off my hand when I tried put him into his old tank that was free of ants. My tree frog's gone. RIP mel.