Writer. Reader. Blogger. Venter. Lover. Fighter.
It seems so unreal that things happened so quickly with him. I really like him already, more than I think he feels in return. Is it a safety thing. He's so pleasant. Hmm. I'm so happy.
Fuck. Usually I don't post this kinda shit. Am I crazy. I want him to spend the night. Not in a "I want to have sex way." but in a cuddle way. Fuck.
I will not let a religion define me by name. I believe, I receive, I give, and I worship. Thank you..
STOP HOLDING MY HEART HOSTAGE..
You are all going to think I'm crazy. I have been in love with him for years. Years. But, the thing is, he doesn't love me back. Everyone says we would be so cute together, and it only makes it...
Explanation: in one episode of the cartoon series As Told By Ginger, there is a poem that she recites for her class. I saw this episode so many years ago, but I think about the poem almost daily.
Today will be the first Sunday I will have ever worked. Now let me explain this before you think I'm a complete bum: my last two jobs were not open on Sunday's.
I feel like I have so much to say. Maybe no one will listen. Or perhaps I will get a million followers. All I want to say is: Welcome.