Blue eyes. pale skin. Body of scars. sometimes blond hair. Heart patient. Manic Depressive. Struggling with life one day at a time.. This is my journey, pleasant or not here I am.
Aug 6, 2011
For some reason we never seem to be in sync... it doesnt help that he never truely speaks his mind unless i dig, and to tell you the truth.. im sick of digging.. last night he contacted me but only spoke in short vague texts to which i refused to probe into to see what he would do. he didnt do anything, he just stopped and didnt respond all day today.. today i want to hang out but apparently since i didnt want to hang outlast night he decided he didnt want to hang out tonight. only if i dont want to i say it, if he doesnt want to he avoids it all together..
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I wish you well.
For what it's worth, your legs are still cute.
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