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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
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1:20 AM, We Miss Everything While We Daydream.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I find it weird too. You don't just wake up one day, thinking you're a G. Neither do you wake up one day, deciding that you're a S. Its not an overnight thing, really. Its not something you can just decide to abandon. You're so weird. But whatever. On the other hand, it is definitely a great feeling to know your flame isnt lonely during the nights that you both don't talk. How jovial you sounded... Wonderful. Absolutely splendid. I kinda feel like doing something that i know i'll regret later. Like, __________. Oh what the hell, i shan't. This feeling comes to me all the time that sometimes, im too fucking shagged to bother. "Sometimes, overreacting is a great sign that you give a flying fuck." Thank you, Ash. Finally. Someone who's on my side.
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