i drink too much. i am drunk. i like drinking. but when it's done, here i am...alone. my friends are sleeping. together. & i am fucking a computer, too fast. i like you. come over. i need to be cuddled & told how fucking hot i am. i need another person in my bed. i need a conversation that reminds me why i haven't died yet.
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it relieves me to feel understood...why is that comforting to me when things are still the same?
find a way to be here. please. someday soon. i want to be near you...
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[Edited on Feb 21, 2005 11:37PM]