been a little while since I have written, I got really sick for awhile and then went back to my hometown and just have been doing a lot of stuff... especially playing prince of persia... I have written some more for my book... check it out:
October Townie
Taryn:
Ive retraced my steps a million times and I am not exactly sure how I got here an alcoholic, a pothead, a lesbian, and a starving artist clich and yet no regret, no shame, no hesitation to be the person that I am the only negative part is the loneliness girls here like to experiment, and I do take advantage of them, as any horny, self-respecting human being would, but none of them tend to stick around, faux lesbians, and usually sluts. I am always worried about catching something but hey, a girls gotta get laid right? So fuck it, take the risk, reap the benefits, and hey, at least I get some kind of pleasure every once in awhile. Shannyn called awhile ago, another fake dyke, she wants to borrow some paint shell probably come over, well get high, fuck, shell steal some of my pot and call me again in a couple weeks. But this one, shes a dyke, I know it or at least bi, she just needs to realize the fact plus I like her more than the rest, not just sexually either, but emotionally, I cant tell her no. Shes beautiful too, and passionate and she only does what she wants, and at times thats me, and it makes this lesbian feel special but now what I guess I get stoned, get fucked, and then sleep some more, but for now I am tying my stomach in knots for some fucking stupid girl I guess Ill just start getting high without her shed better fuck me
Townie
Melissa:
I could be a mother
How could I be a mother?
How can he possibly be a father?
How can
Jesus
how
I grab the gun on the night stand next to me stolen from my father dresser
I hated my father If only Id realized
Hed cared so much He was afraid for us
He always loved us
and wanted to protect us, kept us sheltered, for our own benefit
if only he could have protected me from myself
The barrel is bitter and metallic as I expected it to be
Now pull the trigger
Do it
12
October Townie
Taryn:
Ive retraced my steps a million times and I am not exactly sure how I got here an alcoholic, a pothead, a lesbian, and a starving artist clich and yet no regret, no shame, no hesitation to be the person that I am the only negative part is the loneliness girls here like to experiment, and I do take advantage of them, as any horny, self-respecting human being would, but none of them tend to stick around, faux lesbians, and usually sluts. I am always worried about catching something but hey, a girls gotta get laid right? So fuck it, take the risk, reap the benefits, and hey, at least I get some kind of pleasure every once in awhile. Shannyn called awhile ago, another fake dyke, she wants to borrow some paint shell probably come over, well get high, fuck, shell steal some of my pot and call me again in a couple weeks. But this one, shes a dyke, I know it or at least bi, she just needs to realize the fact plus I like her more than the rest, not just sexually either, but emotionally, I cant tell her no. Shes beautiful too, and passionate and she only does what she wants, and at times thats me, and it makes this lesbian feel special but now what I guess I get stoned, get fucked, and then sleep some more, but for now I am tying my stomach in knots for some fucking stupid girl I guess Ill just start getting high without her shed better fuck me
Townie
Melissa:
I could be a mother
How could I be a mother?
How can he possibly be a father?
How can
Jesus
how
I grab the gun on the night stand next to me stolen from my father dresser
I hated my father If only Id realized
Hed cared so much He was afraid for us
He always loved us
and wanted to protect us, kept us sheltered, for our own benefit
if only he could have protected me from myself
The barrel is bitter and metallic as I expected it to be
Now pull the trigger
Do it
12
and i dont disappear, do i??
Glad you are feeling better!!