my life is going to be increasingly difficult for the next couple of days.>>
ahaha but I am just a shambles and disgrace and disgusting fuck this.>>
I lie in my bed in my underwear, touching the collar you gave me on my neck.>>
when I miss you I lie in your place in the bed while wearing my collar and your vest.>>
and I can still smell you in my bed, on my clothes and on my body.>>
this is becoming so ridiculous.>>
when you you leave I feel empty.>>
I can’t sleep. I feel like shit.>>
I get up at 6.00am on school days. there really is no point in me going to sleep now.>>
trolololol lol lol, I feel like a dirty whore. going to sleep now to erase the bad thoughts.>>
I really want to go bra shopping, like in Ann Summers or something. it’s like my favourite place to buy bras now.
I need monies.
I’m going on holiday in exactly a week and I don’t have a swimming costume.
those times when you give people the pre-rehearsed spiel you’ve come up with when someone asks “how did you get *points somewhere* that scar?”;
and they believe the bullshit that leaves your mouth.
it makes me laugh sometimes.
*sigh* my brain wont let me sleep.>>
the urge to text you is great.>>