...though to be honest, though it's fading a TAD, I still wanna pin down the lead singer of The Rocket Summer and make love to him. God damn I am so full of want. Not as bad as before but...bah. It doesn't help that I haven't had any in a while.
Maybe if I'd never first stimulated my little femme friend, the temptation wouldn't exist. But it does now, and I've tasted the sweets of other fruits. So I am hopelessly addicted. And can't really do anything about it with my grandparents surrounding my life. Sigh. At least you listen to me, Rosebush. I suppose I don't regret not allowing anyone into my inner sanctum but for an occasional random view, and those people do not know me. And even if they did, they would only know me from ONE website...
...and they'd all be guys trying to learn more about me. I'd scare them off. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I like scaring off guys. I don't want to be with someone who can't handle the spazz-in-a-box I am.
So full of thought, mania, blah. Guess I didn't fall into depression, it was simply pms being a bitch as she ALWAYS is.
Reading The Hunger Games. Not gonna watch the movie though cuz I kinda wanna use the corer I use on tomatoes at work, on her face. Her freaking...oy vey. She pisses me off. Idk why. She just does. Stabby stabby happy happy...*snort*
I don't think about my love. I know I can trust my dad with my beauty's health. But I do miss her. And I know she misses me. She is lovely. Teared up though even typing this.
My other love can go to hell at the moment, I'm tired of it. He decided to ignore me again. I am done with being ignored. I love the man but he is...so fucking aggravating sometimes. :/
I miss companionship. At least Tom helps with that, he's such a sweetheart...at least I have someone. I don't like to be alone...
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