Kiss you on your rosy lips and never let you off me, shiver on your roof and see your face lit by starlight, hold you through the night and watch that Colorado sunrise.
I'm so not used to change. But so addicted to it at the same time. Like, I love changes, til they get old. Then things have to change again. There's something wrong with, like, my way of being able to handle the situations I'm put it, and not give up because I stop being amused. Like in relationships. I love being in a relationship, until it gets old, and I miss the way things used to be.
Natalie is right; I'm in love with who he used to be. I don't know who he is now. I'm not the only one who changed. I'm never the only one who changes. And here and there, I'm still the same person I used to be. Somewhere in my new skin is the old me. Little pigments of shit that shaped me into who I am today. The first time I smoked pot. The first time I kissed someone. The first time I said fuck. The first time I had sex. All the tv shows we used to talk about and all the songs I used to love that have so much more sentimental value. I didn't completely morph, I grew up. And I wouldn't want it any other way.
My boobs are growing. They seemed bigger a couple days ago, but they shrunk. Again. Now I'm pmsing. It's so obvious. I'm, like, the biggest bitch in the world right now. But it's alright with me. At least I have tampons. But fuck tampons. Wait, no, fuck pads. Shannon and I had this conversation yesterday. Or two days ago. Or something like that. Which reminds me that I never told her what was wrong. It's amazing she could tell. But then again she got to know me pretty well over the weekend, mostly because I was crazy drunk. I don't mind.
Plus, I'm almost out of eyeliner. Shitfuck.
So, let's talk about more serious shit! This is a blog. I blog. I vent. I write. I mean type. Whatever. This is my personal space to say whatever the fuck I want to say. I don't care who reads it. Most of the people I'll ever talk about in this blog, no one knows as well as I do. And that's completely fine with me. It's the only place I can talk about something and no one can give me shit for (ahem, Toby). So, I love Zac Seif. Like more than life right now.
But, shit.
I have nothing to talk about.
I'll blog later.
I'm so not used to change. But so addicted to it at the same time. Like, I love changes, til they get old. Then things have to change again. There's something wrong with, like, my way of being able to handle the situations I'm put it, and not give up because I stop being amused. Like in relationships. I love being in a relationship, until it gets old, and I miss the way things used to be.
Natalie is right; I'm in love with who he used to be. I don't know who he is now. I'm not the only one who changed. I'm never the only one who changes. And here and there, I'm still the same person I used to be. Somewhere in my new skin is the old me. Little pigments of shit that shaped me into who I am today. The first time I smoked pot. The first time I kissed someone. The first time I said fuck. The first time I had sex. All the tv shows we used to talk about and all the songs I used to love that have so much more sentimental value. I didn't completely morph, I grew up. And I wouldn't want it any other way.
My boobs are growing. They seemed bigger a couple days ago, but they shrunk. Again. Now I'm pmsing. It's so obvious. I'm, like, the biggest bitch in the world right now. But it's alright with me. At least I have tampons. But fuck tampons. Wait, no, fuck pads. Shannon and I had this conversation yesterday. Or two days ago. Or something like that. Which reminds me that I never told her what was wrong. It's amazing she could tell. But then again she got to know me pretty well over the weekend, mostly because I was crazy drunk. I don't mind.
Plus, I'm almost out of eyeliner. Shitfuck.
So, let's talk about more serious shit! This is a blog. I blog. I vent. I write. I mean type. Whatever. This is my personal space to say whatever the fuck I want to say. I don't care who reads it. Most of the people I'll ever talk about in this blog, no one knows as well as I do. And that's completely fine with me. It's the only place I can talk about something and no one can give me shit for (ahem, Toby). So, I love Zac Seif. Like more than life right now.
But, shit.
I have nothing to talk about.
I'll blog later.
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