I wish there was at least one person who I could be honest with. I feel as though even those closest to me don’t know me at all. I don’t just have a skeleton in my closet, I have a whole graveyard, and in this graveyard the corpses are rising, and coming back to life. They’re pounding at the doors, wanting out, but as I try to barracade the door I realize that I dont care anymore. Sometimes they break it down, and consume me.
I just wanna be with you, that’s all. You’re good for me, I’m good for you. Can’t we just lay in bed and cuddle my kitten while we try to wake up.
I don’t understand a single thing about you, or a single emotion I feel for you. You intrigue me, scare me, swoon me, all at once. I can’t begin to make sense of this. It makes my head hurt, my legs shakey, and my stomach tie in the most painful of knots. I don’t know what to do about you, just as much as you don’t know what to do about me.
Everyone’s sitting here playing magic, and I’m just cuddling Guido reading Ivanhoe, I’m so lame. Come love me and cuddle me, someone watch die hard on VHS with me. And then fall asleep, and sleep in with me cause I don’t work all week. ); Poopooopoopoooooooop
So, me Melissa and Kristina are all sitting here on tumblr on our phones. We’re kinda hardcore nbd~