Sorry.
I really don’t like miserable, you may not be able to tell from reading this blog, but I really don’t. I don’t like headaches, heartaches, or any type of pain — I tolerate it. I tolerate it because I have to in order for me to live. To be honest it hurts, living hurts. This summer has been … Boring. Everyday I wake up alone surf the web looking for ways to go back to school watch TV and go to bed alone. It gets old. It doesn’t matter I’m sorry for not being the “old” me. I’m sorry for not making you laugh and putting a smile on your face everyday!
Take the Pain Away
My shoulder hurts. A problem that can probably be solved with a simple massage. My heart hurts. What’s the solution to that problem?
Sleep Writing
So, apparently I have been sleep writing. I’ve been going through and reading some things, wondering “WTF?” LOL – I’m not on drugs (don’t even take Tylenol). So… Sleep is the only reason I can’t remember writing some of this crazy shit… Like Mental Masturbation, published a 2:35 AM — I had to be at least half sleep! LOL. I was looking in my drafts like WTF? Who wrote this? Tehe! Check it:
Draft 1: Cherry lips Honey thighs Draft 2: Hear. Touch. See. Smell. Taste. Draft 3: Do you hear me when I talk to you at night? Do you feel me when I hold you? Draft 4: Yes, you can sleep in my arms Draft 5: Beggin’ LOL — WOW — WTF?Is it Lame That…
I wish I had someone to hold
Someone who would return the favor …
Can’t finish, therefore it is finished.
