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I want to lock you out of my life. Enclose myself with locks ad never give you the key soyou cant come inside and hurt me. I want to lock myself away from the world. Enclose myself in the peace and quiet of myself. But locks are always penetrable and I know tha either Ill get in or you will.
Wow. Success is so hard to define. Success for me definitely means happiness. If money means happiness then that will be success. Or love. Love is success too. I guess success is just too hard for me to define because I don't really know what I want right now. Other than to be successful lol
Have you ever wondered? Yes Ive wondered. What could have been? What would have been? Where we would have gone? And what would my nickname have been? And would you have found all my ticklish spots instead of just my ear? And would we have told each other all our secrets and dreams and goals? What could have been? Yes I have always wondered and will continue to.
Almost. I am so close. So close to losing my mind. Or losing everything and everyone. Or my virginity. Or my heart. Or all my favorite things. Almost, with a drop of hat they could all be gone. And Im not sure what is good and what is bad. But I almost do. Almost.
I hate cheap people. That is the most frustrating thing in the world. I could never be with someone cheap. You have to be generous, to others, to yourself, in all senses. Generosity is so appearling to me. My father is so generous with our family and I definitely want to find someone like him who will always take care of me.
Men go to barbers. They swear and talk politics and bars. Women go to salons. They talk about husbands and new trends and nails. Then they get together and compare haircuts.
Mmm as you bite into that delicious fruit and it drips down your chin, sweet juice spilling out of your mouth. Mmm warm Summer air blowing your hair as you hold the mango over the sink.
Wool is scratchy, it itches, makes my skin more sensitive than it really is. Erggh buy me cashmere sweaters. Warm, soft, loving cashmere not evil wool which makes me think of horse blankets and bony grandmas forcing you wear to ugly christmas sweaters. Give me cashmere which makes me think of country clubs in the winter and money.
I grasp the wrench in my hand. Staring down at the body below me. Beneath me. He always was beaneath me. And now he got his. Bones snapped, face mauled, looks crushed. Pulverized for a good reason. For my reasons.