Poems, photos, rants and raves that are all inevitably me in one form or another.
My boyfriend got me a laptop for Christmas (so overwhelmed I cried), and was late to work today to bring me saltines, 7up and ginger ale. And now he’s over here making me grilled cheese (with goat cheese, because lactose intolerance and the flu don’t sound like friends).
I bet I won’t eat a real meal the next four days; whenever boyfriend is not around, I have trouble justifying a reason to make myself food.
If I’m making him food or he wants to eat, I feel okay eating. Otherwise, I don’t see any reason to make myself a meal.
Not sure how this started or how to remedy it.
My boyfriend just tried to text his ex and I cried.
What a keeper I am.
Boyfriend and I had dinner together, and then went our separate ways because we’re both reading really good books we want to finish, haha.
Nerds fo’ lyfe.
life chats wine shower cleaning room spongebob sandwiches kisses bed work early love.
Also instated new rule with the boyfriend.
Any clothing item he leaves in my room for two+ days becomes mine.
Now wearing his sweats, bahaha
“Ah, it’s just dawning on me how I don’t get to see you until tomorrow night, boo! Missing you already, my amazing girl, I love you :))))”
^^ text from the boy this morning.
Aifhgeriofheo. Where did he come from? Amazing.
I dropped boyfriend off at work this morning (5 AM!) and now I’m awake. I could definitely go back to sleep, but I’m afraid that I’ll sleep through my alarm, which I did yesterday after being awake when he left for work and falling back asleep, which resulted in me missing a haircut appointment.
I would really like to sleep, because I have work until 7 and then will probably hit up the gym, but I have paperwork to fill out for a second job today and I just can’t miss that.
AUGH, what to do.
Boyfriend might be embarrassed if he reads this, but…
If you’ve never had anyone bite your hipbones during sexytime, r9ur903ohndohfoq2.
gfoh34fihohoghfo2how23h98yhfwefwe. You should.
That is all.
I was in the midst of writing a poem last night about my constant questioning of those who love me to love all of me; even the darkest parts.
In the same night, he came over without being asked; he knew I needed him and and he held me, and whispered into my ear and above all loved me when I drank too much and cried about the things I could not help.
I hope I don’t push him away with my constant questioning of his love. I have to learn to let him love me, even if I don’t love myself.