I love you babe. I can’t wait to eat that ass later.
Apparently this dude would be my best friend if I wasn’t gay.
“You’re a cool ass dude. If you weren’t gay, you’d be my nigga.”
I’m just here puzzled.
If you don’t want me to hit on you, that’s fine. I wont anyway. You aren’t even all that.
But to assume I’d want your dick just because you’re a guy is stupid.
I don’t even know what a cool gay dude is.
How are you going to text me talking about
“I always thought about us having sex”
I respond “cool, what kind of things did we do?”
then he says “I can’t do this, I have a girl.”
Then five minutes later
“wanna see a pic of my dick”
I ignore it.
Then five minutes later.
“My bad, that was my cousin who wrote all that.”
Umm. You’re a fucking idiot.
Today I don’t know how the topic came about but my mother and her boyfriend were talking about how I need a plan for my life because I’m headed down a “sad road of dissapointment”
I looked at them with a side eye.
I told them my plan.
Finish community college; which I’ll be getting two associates degrees and a certification and then move on to my dream school, which i have a joint admissions to and get my bachlores and hopefully dorm while i attend there. I would have dormed if I could have but my community college does not have dorms.
Then I plan on working for a small design firm or even stay as a freelance designer but with a better resume because of my schooling and stuff and move to a nicer part of new jersey, continue working and doing internships and saving money until I can afford to live in new york and laugh at my family because they are still stuck where they are and I have moved up in the world.
They told me that it was all a pipe dream and that I would probably be working at mcdonalds or subways for the rest of my life.
Everyday I live for the day to laugh in my mother’s face while envisioning her getting hit by a bus.
Taco bell will forever be the reason why I’ll never be a size zero. D:
I need to eat this now.
These “straight” guys I’ve
befriended become civil with all want to fuck me or me to fuck them.
I mean, ok, you want to experiment. Cool. But it’s like I tell them we aren’t ever going to fuck or do anything sexual and they get upset for like three hours and then message or text me like nothing happened talking about “I want to know how it feels to be pounded.” .-.
Do people really get turned on with rejection or is it like a hard to get thing that is keeping them interested?
I’ve just been peeing and eating for the last 45 minutes.
We remain nothing more than dried out pens
and unspoken words
of feelings neither one of us
wants to acklowedge.
I’m awake again hoping that this numbness would go away.
There was not enough christmas joy to present my heart with the gift of peace of mind.
I look outside my windows as the trailways of rain drops trickle down the glass creating words that mother nature has yet to teach me.
I wonder if you had a wonderful time yesterday.
I wonder if you thought about me and if the call from you, that I has asked old saint nicholas for, ever crossed your mind at all.