February 2013
1 post
Whiny post about missing my significant other.
I just want my neck scratched.
January 2013
5 posts
I like the way you rub the back of my neck. I’m sorry I didn’t drink the tea you made me. I’m sorry I rolled away when I was sleeping and you were trying to tell me you loved me. I like the way your heartbeat feels on my back, and the jolts of your legs in your sleep. I like the way your breath moves over my neck when you snore.
I miss you even when you’re around.
Not as weird anymore. At least I don’t think. But there’s still a tension, though it’s there with everyone. Sometimes I need to withdraw, I just can’t stand it. I want to sleep. I don’t want to talk to people, I want to sleep silent and not wake up until I’m rested. Which is never. So fuck it, I guess.
I want silence to hit me like a steel wall. I want to float...
Things have been better lately. I think. I’m not sure. I try not to think about it anymore, it doesn’t do me any good. Life has been one foot in front of the other for a while now, and there’s no light at the end of the tunnel yet but I’m getting used to it. And I’m not too sure about that either.
Jamie’s birthday is on Thursday, he’s 15 now. I have a lot...
I guess I get to post cool shit about my feelings now.
…Cool.
