i spent all weekend with him. 1 in the morning, driving aimlessly around. we end up at an empty skatepark. we run around, he swings me around, and we slide down to the bottom of the emptied out pool. i liked being held by him. i liked being below the ground, surrounded by nothing. surrounded by graffetti, color. i like when its just me and...
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But then, what the hell do I know?
Merry Christmas, sweetie, and I hope all the drama works out. If not, a journal's always a nice place to vent.