OHhHHHHH T!
Where are you? Why is your phone off? Why oh why am I so crazy about you?
GO AWAY YOU MOTHERFUCKER
I mean, I'm obsessed..
Come to me. Please.
Or, can I come to you??
Yes I am drunk.
Yes I am high.
Yes I love you
I mean I hate you
I mean where the fuck are you I want to see you I crave your presence I crave you I need you kinda I mean you are not my priority but please please just love me>
Godammit it alllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love "whipping post" by the allman brothers band.
I studied for that test and I think I did ok!
I am so sad and lonely and needy and I need you and I need you and I need you and I need T and I need T and I want T and T please, just come to me, call me, text me, comehere please just cometome I can't stand it anymore I need you.
God, I hate this. It is after two in the morning and I am drunk and I want him and his phone is off and I hate myself for being so crazy and now I just texted two friends of his looking for him/asking about him.
Ughhhh I hate me
and I hate food
and I want to be thinner,
so I WILL
I WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
think thin <3
THINK THIN GODDAMNIT FOOD SUCKS
AND SO DO I
1 comment:
Reading this post makes me want to give you a big hug.
Dear Sar, guys who blow hot and cold are not worth your time, tears and thoughts. I was once so completely infatuated with this guy, I wasted a year (and an entire diary that I'm itching to destroy) pining over/gushing about him.
I hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. (The light of a new day has a peculiar way of diluting the intensity of thoughts/emotions that grip us at night.)
*hugs*
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