mana

I love my mom and dad. After all, they're responsible for the way I look. Easter holidays are best spent at home with my parents because it means a lot of relaxation. I sleep and I dream. And right now I miss a special boy.

Let's call him something sexy like Joey.

So I miss this Joey and today he messaged me and said hello. That's all. He said hello and I got a picture of him in my mind, followed by one of those annoyingly delicious sensations within me. I hate it when he does that, just because I know he doesn't even do it on purpose. He's a natural flirt. I'm hooked.

When I'm at my parents' I sleep in a very big bed with pink sheets. In this bed I can't sleep, so instead I let my mind play out its tricks and stories. Last night I thought about getting out of bed to write a book, but I kind of figured it would take me too long and the thought was exhausting, so I fell asleep.

This is pretty much the opening line of that book:
I have fallen in love with five men. Three with looks, two with personality.

That's about how far I got before I went into another world.

Let's say Joey has long hair, black, and green eyes. Touching Joey is a satisfaction guaranteed. I'd die for him, I know. I'll die without him, for sure.

I'll be 19 in a couple of months and what I have come to realize is that even though I'm of the depressive type, I've become quite fond of life. There are so many nuances and too many damn beautiful boys I'll never get in touch with. Not only that, but it seems I learn more and more about myself every day now, as if I haven't fully flourished yet.

Joey, you're my ideal reader. Please sex me up.