Yeah, I actually think it's hilarious when the girl who definitely went further than first base in front of several people at a party judges people at another party for smoking up. I left because it had been a rough day and I wasn't in the mood to party at all. You left because you were disgusted with their behavior, which, again, is hilarious considering that you've kind of whored yourself out more than once at previous parties.


You know what they say about people in glass houses...

A Conversation with Sister Wife

Me: "I HATE HIM A LOT"

Sister Wife: "Haha, except not at all :P"

Me: "Except not at all :(" 

My Spider

I keep replaying memories of you through my head. I remember the first night you kissed me. I remember lying in bed while you played with my hand. And I remember vividly, over a year ago, how you held me for a few seconds backstage when all I wanted to do was cry.

I can't say I'm in love with you. I've never been given the chance to fall in love with you. But it's a distinct possibility that it's in my future. You are not good for me. Everyone can agree on that.

But that doesn't change how I feel about you, my beautiful, sinister boy.

Let's give this a shot. Please.

All I keep thinking about is that horrible show, when you looked me in the eyes and pulled me in for the most comforting hug I've ever felt. You didn't ask my permission. I wasn't expecting it. You just wrapped your arms around me and wouldn't let go. And then the moment was over and we both walked away, but you'll never know how much better I felt after that.  


I can't seem to walk away from you ever, though. And that scares me. 


Horrified. Terrified. Scared of what we might be for each other and if this actually is different from anything I've ever experienced before. 


I can't walk away.