velociwriter
I forgot to mention. She forgot to mention that she never really liked me.
I forgot to mention that I like to write. Do you? I love writing. I also forgot to mention that I have a heart. Could i trust you to keep it for me, or am i so sappy that you would break it just to spite me?
I want you. I want good food and warm places, I want snowflakes and snowdrifts filled with my friends. Some say want is self destruction, but I think it's progression, moving forever forward on passion.
I want love and dreams and you
oh GOD
I want you
so
bad.
You know, a lot of people say they don't need anyone's approval. I think they lie. I think you can't just tell someone to love themselves if they already don't, because what's there to love?
They need someone else to tell them what they like about them, someone to tell them why they think they're special.
I think everyone looks for approval in a way.
He couldn’t understand it.
He would never grasp the concept.
How Mrs. Prim could drop all of her groceries out of her old hands and have no one help her pick it up. How Ted down the street had to get two school lunches (which tasted awful) because he didn't have food at home.
He didn't understand why selfish little Marcy would always have a warm bed and clothes on her back while Ted and Mrs. Prim and all the others would go through life without either.