I like nice people that do illegal things.
We talk every single day, but I still can’t tell how you feel. How is this possible. Why are females so complicated? But then again I’m one to talk.. I so messed up, I can’t even fathom how I’m living right now. I’ve been having these 2 weird dreams. Its always the same 2 dreams too. One where I’m living my dream to die; the other is my scared, broken body walking down the street holding your hand. The first one is normal, I mean I accept death. I welcome it with no second thoughts but for me to dream how I really am, to dream all my insecurities to be shown as my skin, and you accepting it. Now that’s just a horrible dream.
Wanna smoke a cigarette and talk to you.
I think I like you and I think you like me. Why can’t I just say something? Why am I so pathetic. Why can’t I do anything right. I’m so hopeless, but you’re giving me hope. So I’m not so hopeless now, but it’s not all there. I’m not all that there. How do you do this to me? I was certain I was satisfied with life. I thought I was gonna die young but now I wanna live old. I want to see the rest of life, with you. God dammit, I’m not even sure how you feel and I’m like this? Why are you doing this to me. Why?