When you called me your “lil sis,” I wasn’t sure what to think. I’m not sure if I was happy because it meant that you think we’re friends or if I was crushed because it made it very clear that you don’t want to do sweaty naked things with me, but either way it was
I miss your stupid fragility and the way you hold your head. I miss how you sing slightly out of tune, but it doesn’t matter because you sing from your heart, and I miss sharing lazy Sunday afternoons with you. I miss making food with you, and our mock-battles in the kitchen and throughout your
You told our mutual friend that you thought I hated you because you said that we couldn’t be together. The truth is, I’ve missed you the past three months. Sure, I would love to be your girlfriend, but I’d rather have you be my friend than walk past me five times a day without even
your arms are the only place that feel like home to me. i’ve never felt so miserable. knowing that in 26 days you’ll be off to prison and won’t be there for our anniversary killed me. i don’t even feel human anymore. Related Post To the One I love… Food Fight Stop it.
R, You were right…. I’m not happy. But you (or anyone else in my life) could never even begin to see the extents of my unhappiness. It is all a mask. Pretty face, pretty smile, pretty little liar. C Related Post Your Hand Will Always Fit In Mine confession It will either be me or
Dear You, I’m writing you a letter I know you’ll never read. Sounds silly, huh? But in this letter I will tell you all of the things I can’t imagine to mention in person…or perhaps ever. For example, when you send me a quick text after we’ve hung out. They always make me smile and