It Might Have Been C#...

I started to write a song for you today, but when I went to sing all that came out were orgasm noises.

I miss you.

Mr.Sandman Stalks Me

At night I dream about you a lot.

OK, I do it in the daytime too.

And Counting...

As of today it's been seven days.
Seven long days since I've been laid.

Pinkie Swear?

If I told you that you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen you'd probably think I was weird.

So I guess I just won't tell you.

Pillow Talk

I made my bed today. It was the first time I've moved my pillows since you left.

It was sad to see them laying so close together and half on top of each other, only to put them where they are "supposed" to be.

If I put them back where they were I hope they still feel the same.

Letters I Don't Intend To Send

Hi.

I do not like you anymore. No longer do I wish to contact you in any way, shape, or form.

I can't masturbate anymore. When I masturbate I think about having sex with you, and that makes masturbating seem like a waste of time.

I am going to delete all my pictures of you. When I see them I remember what it was like to see you, and I don't want to see anything else.

Furthermore, I am going to burn all of the books that you either gave me or prompted me to steal. When I read them I remember things you told me, and I do not find anything else interesting.

So I must cut myself off from you entirely. It's for my own mental health.

Until Something Changes,

Sasha B1

Bitchfuck.

i ran into him today
(that asshole)
he looked really good
(what a prick)
i was in the middle of a bike ride
(as always)
so i was sweaty & i looked like shit.

he told me i looked way different
(duh)
& i wanted to say,
"THATS BECAUSE ITS BEEN OVER A YEAR SINCE YOU DISSAPEARED ON ME, FUCKFACE, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT DID TO MY BRAIN?!?"
but i thought that might sound psychotic
so instead i said,
"i like what you've done with your hair."





On a side note, I found out that David Campos takes his dog to our daycare.

Vote for David Campos.