Wednesday, 20 December 2006
09:17:09 PM (GMT)
He is the only reason I wanna get up in the morning for. He is my way out of
sadness. He drives me to the edge and then pulls me out of the water, like I'm
drowning with him and for him, and he has to save me. He is strangely magnetic and
makes me go insane and sane again. He is a guy who won't let go of his friends, but
he must figure out how to grab me. He only believes in what is right there. What is
holdable, touchable, visable. That is why he tries so hard for me. And fails because
he is afraid of the wild. He is single, but loves me. Why me? Why even think more of
me than just weird? Because I am and you like things that aren't the same. Unlike the
girls that only talk about shoes and clothes and stupid shit like that, I talk about
music, art, and life, something most of those girls don't have. I talk of revenge and
murder, yet still call you a nerd and make you laugh at random nothingness.
R- Really handsome, not hott, handsome.
O-Overtalkitive with a smile always on.