in three weeks time I will be on my flight to Miami, Florida to stay with my aunt for a few days before flying up to Orlando!
I haven’t seen my aunt in years and I mean YEARS and I am so ecstatic that I get to spend a few days with her.
What’s sort of killing my vibe though is that once I get up to Orlando I’m on my own. My dads going to be working everyday but Friday so I’m basically going to be at Walt Disney World and Harry Potter Wizarding World all by myself.
I’m trying not to let it get me down but I mean….come on.
Oh my dear blonde boy,
I hate you 99.7% of the time, you frustrate me, tease me, disappoint me, and lead me on. But then we have those moments that makes me realize…we’ve been doing this for four years. We have gotten to the point of being an old married couple. We are now comfortable enough saying “Nah, I’m not in the mood tonight” or “I’m really tired” because we know that in a few days we’ll just text each other again. We always end up back with each other….
I have work in six hours; I should be sleeping. But instead I’m wearing your boxers and imagining the way you pushed me up against your car as you kissed me. And believe it was only weeks ago instead of months.
I thought I evicted you darling, so what the hell am I doing back at square one?
I thought we graduated high school three years ago. I think it’s time to grow up and stop playing hide and go seek.
Rudeness is not something I tolerate; especially in men.
So go ahead, I’m not the one missing out on much. I took the time, I put the effort, I took the risk. And all you did was act just like you did back when we were 16. You haven’t grown up and to be quite honest you’re kind of a little bitch. Next time you deal with women try to at least act like a decent human being.
At this point I am so turned off and so disappointed. Especially because I really thought you were different.
Oh well, you’re residency in my mind has come to it’s end. You’re being evicted darling, thanks for the memories and the underwear ;)
My night was more than a little interesting last night. It’s so funny how much your mood can be affected by a single person. How much power they can have over you only after just a few encounters.
I was low, high, and indifferent all in the span of six hours.
All I wanted was for him not to just want me as a piece of meat. And when he demonstrated that last night; getting to know me and not even a goodbye kiss I threw a fit like a small child. But isn’t this what I wanted? I know his favorite animal, what he’s afraid of, where he thinks his life is going, when he lost his virginity even. We had a good night on anyone else’s standards. So why did I throw a fit in my car as I drove away?
I guess I’m not really the lady I thought I was.
Take a couple of pages out of your friends book. We all met around the same time, we all got involved around the same time. But why is it that they’re already playing like champs and we’re still sitting on the side lines watching in jealousy?
Everyone knows at the end of the day if you want entrance to the heartland it’s her call. So why haven’t I given the go ahead?
Because no girl likes the idea that that she is only wanted for one thing, that she is easily forgotten, that she will only be beckoned forth like a dog to be played with.
You catch bees with honey not vinegar. No one is asking for a wedding ring and all it takes is thirty seconds to send the text messages that lets her know you’re thinking of her; even if it’s just for one thing.
I have had my heart lifted, shattered, repaired and toyed with.
I have been claimed both with bites of passion and prideful displays of jealousy.
My skin is marked, my ego is fed, my primal need is satisfied and yet I sit here feeling empty, disappointed and sad.
I got what I wanted so why am I so numb?
I haven’t been able to be on the computer all day. I’ve basically been hibernating since I got my wisdom teeth pulled out this morning. Let me tell you guys, it’s not fun. Especially when you’re not one of those fun loopy people when you wake up and instead you’re the one that wakes up and pukes.
But I have you guys, picture of Tom Hiddleston, and some damn good music. Time to write and ignore the hunger in my stomach and dull throbbing that is starting in my lower jaw.