June 24, 2011

You’re getting married cool. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t still love you.

On another note, this roll that I’m on… I relapsed… to the man that stuck a needle full of rubbing alcohol into my heart. The burning, the choking and loss of breath. I was dying slowly, drunkedly, and painfully for this man… Then I thought I could pull through it, be strong.

It’s so cute when I think I’m a big girl… and I’m not.

He looked me in the eyes, he held me close, I could feel the love pouring into my soul from his. And I’m scared… that it still all means nothing to him.

Nothing.