THERE'S NO ROOM BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL FUCKING THERE.
I miss you. I love you. I wish we could talk. I’m sorry that you didn’t love me and hurt me and couldn’t appreciate our connect and how special it was. Means: I’m still not mature enough to talk to you again but my body aches with every breath for you to whisper my name and I’m sorry for being weird and a touch creepy and I know if another said it to me I would never speak to them again but since I don’t think you’re reading this anyways it doesn’t matter much and I’ll continue with my life as planned.
Man. I can’t think of anything besides sex. Insatiable once again. The only change was not taking birth control. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been in contact with semen and I’m tired of spending money on a product I don’t need and since it’s been so long since I started taking oral contraceptive I wanted to see how things ran normally. Holy cow! My old sex drive is back like mad!! Seriously, all I want to do is hump something. It feels right. XD