I want to write in you, I want to fill you up and make all my thoughts into worthless text on a screen, but right now, thoughts escape me. I have nothing on my mind right now, and no urge what so ever to do home work.
p.s. I really like my boyfriend.
p.s.s. I really miss my spotted pony.
... and modeling.
This is my blog, my word-vomit, my dark secrets, my worries, my "fuck-you's" and my everyday thought process.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
and you dont want to look much closer
Oh, but really, I do.
Two months it has been, and yea, I get grumpy, I cry sometimes, and we might argue, but you dont care. The way you treat me is phenominal, you try your hardest to better everything you're already good at, and hell, you love me. You love me better than I've ever been loved, you put your trust in me, and keep it there.
Now its my turn. I give up on myself easily, I have low self esteem, and no motivation. Now its my turn to better myself, to be happy and find motivation when you're not around. I love you STW, and I know you love me too.
Two months it has been, and yea, I get grumpy, I cry sometimes, and we might argue, but you dont care. The way you treat me is phenominal, you try your hardest to better everything you're already good at, and hell, you love me. You love me better than I've ever been loved, you put your trust in me, and keep it there.
Now its my turn. I give up on myself easily, I have low self esteem, and no motivation. Now its my turn to better myself, to be happy and find motivation when you're not around. I love you STW, and I know you love me too.
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