2.18.2009

I don't regret.
I'm so happy.
You know you're in love
when you can sit with
someone for hours,
never saying a word,
and walk away knowing
that it's the best conversation
that you've ever had.

I was thinknig earlier. I always thought to myself that a past relationship could have grown to something really good. Not great, but really good. As I'm goring and learning, it's really apparent to me that it would have never worked, and I'm so happy for that. I mean, nothing against said person, but what I have now is giving me so much more then what I had then. It was a good experience, it was a good relationship, and I'm okay with you being my first love.

This though, this is different. This is a different kind of love.

"This ia a love that grips my soul
and squeezes out every last inch
of me so that I may give it to you."

I wrote that yesterday, on a dollar bill,
because I couldn't find anything to write on.
so it goes.

cuddlebug?

I want to sleep, and I want you, and I want food and milk, and I want my birthday to be here and gone so I can be done with it, and yeah. I'm turning eighteen. All that means is that I can stay out late, and buy porn and cigarettes. None of which really matter to me. I'm granted the former, and care not for either of the latter. Two days. Twelve, to eight. Oh, hoho. There goes fifteen dollars. This is, essentially, a short brain dump before I go to bed with the world on my mind. Everyone that matters to me, minus my mother, knows. I told Kelly first. No surprise there.

Wow ... what's wrong with me?
I just noticed that when I was shaving, I legit forgot to shave under my right arm. Whothe?!

goodnight.