I’m getting sick of it. A startling amount of my words have gone towards my dislike of other people. I hate people, more and more each day. they always dissapoint me in the end. They always manage to find a way to make me get sick of them. I hope they have fun now, I hope a new plague comes, there are too many people. to much stupidity.
The long hugs, the surprising kisses you sometimes give, the way you talk in that lovely little voice of yours to just me, your half smiles when you catch me staring. There’s so much that you do that catches my attention and keeps it there until I fall asleep at night. You remind me of what home really should be. Warm, inviting, infinitely caring. You have dark sides, but that’s okay, we all do, you just choose to be the sunny, loving girl that possesses my little heart. I love you.
Maybe I’m just intolerable to others. The way I dress really shouldn’t be a concern, but it is. I am ridiculed by so many. Too many. “gay, homo, faggot, fruit” so many names for one person. The sad thing is I can’t even escape them when I come home. I can’t even imagine what others who are even more probable to be teased go through.
The Disney version kind of forgets that he killed his wife and children…
And that his mom was trying to kill him….
And the fact that he was a product of an affair…
And that he completed his tasks through trickery and murder…
Yeah Disney, you forgot a lot.
I feel like I give my all to the ones Who are supposed, then I turn around and they just pull some shit and say things that won’t leave my mind… It hurts so damned bad sometimes that my chest tightens up and it’s hard to breathe. They show so little that they care by asking the wrong questions… I don’t want to talk about what’s wrong I want you to ask how you can make me feel better. But thanks for trying anyways.
It’s so hard sometimes… Leaving your company, like I need just a few minutes more. Girl, I love you so badly. So, so badly. Coming home to my empty bed is so unsatisfying. I wish you were in it, underneath the covers with me, so warm. Holding each other. Your company is what I thirst for most.
He’s home now… I better start hiding. She already did her number… Now it’s his turn. Great, I wish I could be someone else, or somewhere else. I wish someone asked me how things were going. No one really does. That’s okay though, of they did I don’t know how I would answer.