Maybe they are fiction, maybe they are not. These are things you will never know.
I need to have sex,
this whole sex every couple months isn’t working out for me.
I need penis contact, and I need it now.
Too much information? Don’t give a fuck.
I’m going fucking nuts over here.
I hate how I don’t have money, and I hate how expensive photo supplies are
I also hate how I never know really what I want, and in turn I hurt other people.
I’m also starting to really hate myself, but hey I’m still young.
Maybe one day I’ll figure it all out,
but for now I’ll just have to pretend.
I’m also sorry how non exciting my tumblr has become.
whoops.
weeeeee dancing home alone to make me smile.
forget forget forget.
need a cig & coffee.
let’s ignore the problems.
Once you taste something so sweet, it’s hard to go back to anything else.
Perfection is overrated, although I’m in denial.
I guess I’m just lost, but I’ve been that way for years.
I will never be enough.
I hate how everyone just assumes I’m having the time of my life.
I fucking hate you.
I think it’s time to make a change.
I dreamt of you the other night.
It was sweet, we were so innocent.
Life is funny when you’re me.
Lots of things to be said, reblogged, raved when I get back.
I’ll be back in a week.
x
I could barely make out your face, the room was dark.
Your finger’s on my mouth
Shhh
Your hands gripped tight in the arch of my back,
Pulling me in.
My face is close to yours now, I can smell the liquor on your breath.
This is why we can’t hang out
Funny how things work out.
Only yesterday I thought I would never see you again.
Now, I can smell you on my skin.
I can see the way you look at me,
and I, look at you just the same.
I find myself wanting something I can’t have.
