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| its 5 am and soon i'll be calling my girlfriend to pick me up. i can hardly wait and im very anxious to be able to hug and kiss her again. but its like this everytime. when im away from her, i cant stand it, but when im with her, i make mean jokes and dont show my appreciation for her. character flaws are a bitch.
so now im making this blog. what for? i dont know. boredom perhaps. i suppose she would like for me to post a bunch of shit that i dont tell her, but thats hard considering she already knows me like the back of her hand. i wish i wasnt so predictable. i used to thrive on bieng random in my early teens. i dont know how to be fun anymore.
i have trust issue's. sam has never lied to me, at least thats what she says. there it is again. but how am i supposed to trust somebody that thinks lying is fun, and cant go a single day without it? i just hope i can get over it before it destroys her and i. | | |
| sitting at sams house. updating cause she said so. and i do what she says . cause she is the best. the best. and i mean it. cause i love her. the end.
BUT IM GAY> I LOVE COCK> GIRLS MAKE ME SICK> | | |
| i love samantha.
i was running in the dark, a train was coming. so i went faster. but i couldnt see ther was a metal wire at neck lenth. well... use your imagination about what happened. i love samantha.
i dropped out of school. and kinda got a job. a shitty job. but a job is a job.
i love samantha.
i became a master in bed. i have sex at least twice a day. eight or nine times on a good day. no i am no exagerating! and its good sex too. and i can give a orgasm like nobodys business.
well.. thats all for now kids. the end
ps. i love samantha. | | |
| ok well. big secret time.
tommorow i have court. for no reason, its kinda like a checkup. i was supposed to do some stuff to prevent me from going back to DH. i didnt do that stuff though. im just kind of throwing myself away. i guess i'll save time for regrets later. the chances of me getting locked up are high. so yeah.... if you dont see me online or anything, you know why.
wish me luck. | | |
| yeah ive realised i dont feel comfortable putting all mys tuff on a website for everyone on my buddylist to read. | | |
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