entery 12
I was walkin home today, because the bus driver fucked up my spot, and all of the sudden "honk honk". And thiers this lil green car, and im all "alright mother fucker, I dont want to have to deal with child molesters". And Mr. H. is wavin. So he pulls over, and say's his hello's, tells me to come and vist him, such and such, and I was like "wow, if i didnt miss my stop, I wouldnt have talked to mr h.!" awsome ness.
i think my coruption dream is/was short lived. sugar sweet boys should stay sugar sweet boys. Ive already corupted to many young boys, no time for more. {plus hes got this little girlfriend, who prolly likes that sugar sweet thing}
speaking of corupting little boys, I need to go see my Bo-Bo, and Nick {you are the perfect drug.} I think if I'm home to night and not a Kris's, I'll call nick. I miss him alot. Alot of alot. My sweet, not so little anymore, boy. I'm hoping he's still like's me, cause I miss havin that someone. It's still wierd to me, to have him be all "i love you" shit, and write me back, and keep my notes, when a year before I was hopeless over him.
I always want that something that I can never have, and when I want it, and when I get it, it never works.
"super evil, super jadded, but never sad sad sad!"- Jack Off Jill
i think mike thinks I like him now, that'll be ackward. Even though he is such a lil cuitey, its that sugar-sweet dollie-I-wanna-keep-on-my-shelf kinda thing. im sure he's got this sadomasocist, super sadist thing workin beneath the covers. still like to keep him as a dollie.
no
prolly not
he wouldnt wanna be my dollie. nobody does.....shannan maybe. not so much now, since i decided to take a "break" from us. no body wants me to be thier dollie. not unless Im a blow up dollie. blow up dollies, :-0. haha!!!
Pretty Pretty Princess Blow Up Dollie.
:-o :-O :-O
shannan is always on my mind, every moment of eveyday. I need her here, and I cant have her heere, and Im so hopelessly in love with her, its getting sickening. and it shouldnt be that. cause I love her. alot. to much? i dont know. thats what a break is for. no letters, no emails, no online chats, no phone calls.
christ. i hate this. {E.N.: I love you shannan. akot. and never to much, right?}
{EN: Mike doesn't think I like him. so if your worring, doubt u were, u can sleep easy now}