December 2010
11 posts
I feel like if I say that I hate you enough…I actually will.
… It’s not working
—- it never works.
Do me.
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
In all actuality, I just really want to hate you. You deserve it.
“You know you’ve grown up when none of the things you want for Christmas...”
Knee High Socks.
Dear X-mas Miracle
I want that feeling. The feelings when my world seems to collide with an unfamiliar tingle. The small casualties of a confiding talk or the warmth of silence. Body contact, that look, and intertwining seem intoxicating. Yet as always I have been left to finger foods and meaningless endeavours. Truth has it that I’ll probably have to wait another year, unless something new...
