why don't i write about what makes me most happy?

Im scared at how amazing this is and how quickly it is evolving.

I love you more than my own blood. How did I get this lucky?

A missed phone call from your number.

i threw up.

then i called back and you didn't answer. what a disappointment.

How genuine are people in our lives?

I guess this question comes because someone who i once considered a loyal dog has now become a prickly cactus in my feet.

did they reveal all of these things in their heart to me to get me to side with them, to get me to like them and take advantage of me then to only throw me away in the waste basket??

its a weird feeling when you've been burned by someone and because you don't forgive them right away, they just burn you even more. as if they had any right? as if they didn't realize that they needed to give more time for me to heal.

alright then. fuck you and your name, when you are mentioned in a room i will valiantly reveal my disgust for your very being without feeling any sadness in my heart.

even though it bleeds at your thought.

PRICK.