I missed you, my heart had a hole. Less than whole, my heart was torn. The yearning smoldered like coal. Too bad you didn't send any porn. A stellar surprise made my month. It increased my feelings and confirmed my belief. With never a hunch, it was love punch. The relief was immense, the thoughtfulness was beyond reach. I cannot wait, it's eating me. Soon I'll be eating you, and confiding in perfection. Glee the moment we meet, anything for you. In time you'll see. Upon inspection I found my biggest fear is rejection. And you not liking me, I hope it won't be. Natural selection? Attraction. Acceptance? I have one doubt, one question. Am I good enough for unconditional perfection? PS You're the best.
Haha, I guess not everybody gets this sudden, compelling urge to just write and have it flow for half an hour.
some people are retarded, what can ya do? It's much easier to be a sadist and criticize when someone shows the smallest inkling of emotional vulnerability and doubt rather than remain open-minded and give things a chance. And besides, the only thing she's posted is some jacked up short story she wrote in fuckin 8th grade, lol
I miss 8th grade too, except for the fact that everything everyone ever wrote in 8th was total bullshit
Hahaha. I was into like trying to finger fuck chicks in the bathroom and smoking pot in 8th grade. Not much time for writing.
