January 2011
I hate working. I work everyday 6am to noon, which does not seem bad at all, it is. First off it is seven days a week (I get a day off here and there). I “try” to fall asleep at a decent hour which is midnight or later most nights and when I get home, I take a nap and do nothing. There’s nothing to do. I can’t get ready to go out or make plans with anyone, nothing. I...
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I wanna be with you…
I think I’m going to take some nudes then go to bed.
I guess I’ll settle. I’ll fucking settle. I’m good at that. I tried to follow the muscle which lays underneath me skeleton but I’m out of practice which in result made me read what you think. We had talks and I covered up on how I feel because my mouth couldn’t form the words “You’re perfect. Come To Me.” Eh, it is what it is because I fucked myself...
And the common love we had for 500 days of summer...
Today, I am home alone for more than 12 hours. It’s the time I think about everything. I slept in today but my mind was awake at dawn. I had the strangest dream but thinking about it now, it is really a “dream”. I want this to happen. In a perfect world no one would get hurt or heart-wounded.
When I dream of love, (me falling into it, me practicing the culture, etc.)...
