stephanymac
i don't think you deserve me..but i also dont think anyone deserves to have to put up with me when i'm unhappy..and lately, thats all i am. maybe i should just walk away. the lease is up in march...guess thats my time to march on.
riots dont always have to be bad. lets start a love riot. or a pants riot. or a dance dance
revolution riot.
i hate it when you hover over me. while i type. while i text. while i read. what are you looking for? why dont you trust me? what have i ever done? you, on the other hand, have lied and hid things and snuck around...and i'm still here. still by your side.
i guess i'm the fool.
i got a speeding ticket a year ago. my boyfriend bought my ticket the movie we went to last. i bought a pack of tickets to comedy shows. we havent gone to any yet. i want to find a golden ticket like in willie wonka, but i dont eat candy.
she laid down in a bed of straw..too exhausted to walk back to the house from the barn. too tired or too drunk, she couldn't decide. she hated that old barn..now that he was gone.
chores are things my mother used to use as punishment. You have to do the dishes for 3 months..you have to sweep the floor for a week..instead of the way most parents do it...that everyone gets to share chores. my mother was a horrible mother. she was too young and far too selfish to have had children. she should have never had children.
given the choice between chris and anyone, i would choose chris. give me david beckham, any guy, i would choose chris. he is my one, my partner in crime, and the one person i want holding my hand through out my whole journey.
i used to wish i could braid my hair, but it was never long enough. my sister had a braid so long, she would sit on it..and i was jealous. by the time my hair was long enough to braid, it was no longer cool to braid your hair. i want to braid my hair again, but again..its not long enough to look good.