evadarling
this is not another word. i wanted to do another one, but i suppose oneword doesn't work that day. how can i get my daily dosage of dangerous dillydallying? I want it. i want to write until all the words suck and gush and drip down to my toes like succubuses. i don't even know if that's a word. it's not.
i am preoccupied, actually. this is completely true. i feel lonely and dejected, but i know that i've done the right thing... how do i know? because i don't miss him* per se, I miss the feeling of intimacy, the feeling that someone is there and gives a shit about me. i want to be hugged and held and i want my hair touched. it made me sad when the other guy just told me that i should leave. it made me sad this afternoon when he said i was interrupting his work.