Hmm, This entry isnt gonna be so cheery as my last few, sorry folks.
Just got off work, i fucking hate that place, i really need to go to school and do something with myself =(
Spent all fucking day with Holly at her work which was AWESOME as always, just being in her presence no matter how bored i am, makes me happy.
I wrote her a poem cause she said i should be a poet, so i wrote this on some paper:
"Someone told me i should be a poet...so heres my attempt at it...
You."
Thats it, she loved it. She shouldve cause thats the only poem i can come up with in words that explain it all.
Asked her what she was doing today and she said going to a bbq at this dudes house she used to work with, which kinda caught me off guard and makes me a little nervous, then after the bbq shes going clubbing =( I gotta work and that sucks cause i have a really hard time trusting girls now since my divorce and what happened to me.
Think im gonna say oh well fuck the small shit, shes a responsible adult, I like her (too much) and if she likes me back as well nothing should happen =)
Gotta learn to trust people, its the only way i can be happy i think. Being a padantic person though makes it hard, god dam curse of mine i swear, being padantic is so fucking lame.
Ah well ima go shower and sleep awhile get up call her and tell her im just saying Hi, and to tell her to have fun tonight =)
Sluttygoodguy, Sluttygoodgirl a.k.a my slutty family =P hit me up tell me how things are going im all ears....well except my left ear, god dam industrial piericing is still sore and i cant even touch it without it hurting =)
Later peeps, hit me up though keep a brotha informed =)
Just got off work, i fucking hate that place, i really need to go to school and do something with myself =(
Spent all fucking day with Holly at her work which was AWESOME as always, just being in her presence no matter how bored i am, makes me happy.
I wrote her a poem cause she said i should be a poet, so i wrote this on some paper:
"Someone told me i should be a poet...so heres my attempt at it...
You."
Thats it, she loved it. She shouldve cause thats the only poem i can come up with in words that explain it all.
Asked her what she was doing today and she said going to a bbq at this dudes house she used to work with, which kinda caught me off guard and makes me a little nervous, then after the bbq shes going clubbing =( I gotta work and that sucks cause i have a really hard time trusting girls now since my divorce and what happened to me.
Think im gonna say oh well fuck the small shit, shes a responsible adult, I like her (too much) and if she likes me back as well nothing should happen =)
Gotta learn to trust people, its the only way i can be happy i think. Being a padantic person though makes it hard, god dam curse of mine i swear, being padantic is so fucking lame.
Ah well ima go shower and sleep awhile get up call her and tell her im just saying Hi, and to tell her to have fun tonight =)
Sluttygoodguy, Sluttygoodgirl a.k.a my slutty family =P hit me up tell me how things are going im all ears....well except my left ear, god dam industrial piericing is still sore and i cant even touch it without it hurting =)
Later peeps, hit me up though keep a brotha informed =)
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But I myself battle that issue everyday, only because my parents betrayed my trust so young - my theropist says that I do not actually have a concept of what trust IS so that is why I cannot do it. Great.
I guess my point is, at least you had it because you can recognize it when you get it back.
I am just fucked.
~the angel* have a good day.