I have this sick feeling in the pit of my chest. I fell asleep on your chest cuddled into the couch while you ran your fingers through my soul and across my face. Your sweet scent still lingers on my clothes and your toothy grin is burned into my subconscious. My body misses the warmth of your large strong hands and my mind feels lost without your laugh. I need your shoulder because I’ve started to cry again. I need your sleeve because my cheeks are burning. I need your big blue eyes and your stupid jokes because the make me feel warm when everything is cold. Because I don’t care what my father thinks about all your tattoos or whether or not my mother likes you like I do. All I care about is the way you make me laugh until I have to pee, how you give me hope and how you make me wanna scream with happiness when you wrap your arms around me.
Zack Stevens
Things that make me happy.
Moving out of my Crap for a Dads house.
Moving into Jessi’s.
Having 52 hours at work.
Being able to finally make Cassie happy.
Her calling me because she had a bad dream and falling asleep on the phone.
GETTING MY NIPPLE PIERCED AND MY TATTOO FINISHED. (pictures shorty)
Just not really caring about anything that doesn’t matter.
How to get over him. Make his old shirt into something him and everyone else would love to get you out of.
Tyler: She can't give head like you.
Me: I respect your opinion?
Tyler: but honestly I don't think anyone can.
Me: I don't consider that a compliment, asshole. Thanks try again.
Tyler: You're the cutest girl in the world.
Me: Not forgiven.
Tyler: I love you, sorry I'm fuckking up. You're making me nervous.
Me: I have to go. Sorry. Bye.
