Smash Me Like a Lamp

Last night my dream consisted of wasps and Harry Potter. Wasps disturb me, I would rather never have to think of them again. Staring at one, cold and moving slowly, within 2 panes of glass is alright. But everything else scares me.

Can't recall the magic parts of the dream. Had school in it, and a water slide...and a rollercoaster.

Lucky me. The guy I had to break up with because I never saw him (which, in a real life relationship, i can't handle --- only online can i handle it)...is going out with my good friend now. I'm going to fall apart soon. I don't know why I keep checking facebook for a reply. I'm a glutton for heartbreak it seems.

The guys I seem to fall always end up hurting me. Or it doesn't work. Currently my crushes are on unattainables --- online guys, people sans interest, and a guy without a facebook who probably just considered me as his permanent gym partner.

Why am I such a damned hopeless romantic. I don't get it.

Most love songs are sad because pain desires release, and one's voice is a velveteen option.

I pulled Buffy up on my chest before I got out of bed, before I knew what it hurting me now. She rubbed her maw against me, nuzzled me, licked my chin so sweetly...I love her so much...I don't want to hurt anymore.