A breath
A touch
A look
Something I cannot live without
A sensation
A excitement
A feeling
One thing I cannot live without
I miss the way he breaths on my neck
I miss the way he touched my back
I miss the way he looked at me
I miss the sensation of his touch
I miss the excitement of his stories
I miss the feeling of his body on my
Something, the one thing I cannot live without is him
Alone
So quite and calm
Alone
I can hear myself breath
Alone
I can feel myself move
Alone
No one can hear me scream
Alone
No one to hold
Alone
No one to love
Alone
No one
Alone
Spent my two days off setting up my friends apartment. It now looks like someone lives there.
Nothing much has gone on lately. Go to work, go home and get up and do it again the next day.
Pay the trash so that it would be picked up for the first time in two months. My landlord is a moron.
Well almost to work. Let’s see what happens today.
We pay rent each month. No it’s not in the five day limit, but we are never later then the month. We don’t call when something is wrong. We haven’t called because of the four foot hole in the roof of our garage. We fallow your rules and we take care of our own shit. So why is it our trash hasn’t been picked up for two months. Why is it when I call them they say we don’t even have service. I’m so fucking done.
So I might be a little late, but I am going and try and write here everyday. It my not be interesting. Hell it could be boring as hell. I still want to try just to see if I can. Today I am watching the Oregon Ducks play the Ohio Buckeyes. I live in Oregon so this is a big game. Beer, pizza and football makes for an amazing day that’s for sure. As of right now the Ducks are losing and I am a very grumpy fan. On to finishing the laundry and then bed. Let’s see what happens tomorrow.
Hair check
Make-up check
Cloths check
Cameras are flashing
People are talking
So many people are watching
So many people are waiting
Did she really do that
Is he really with her
Were they really there
With everyone one around there is still an emptiness
That feeling of you can I trust
Remembering a time when running down the street to get ice cream met getting on your bike and going, not where is the security and do I need a hat and glasses to hide
Being able to go out for a walk and get ice cream or eat at the local market because you know how good it smells from your window
Want to feel her hand as you stand next to each other, but no one knows she is “THAT PERSON”
Feeling his lips on your neck when he is standing be hide you beaming so proud with love, but no one can see it
To many there is one face, one personality and one life
To me there is a women who wants to be an adult, but the world won’t let her
A man who wants to love a women, but the people won’t let him
A child that wants to take photos with her friends, but the cameras won’t stop
I don’t want to fight.
I don’t want to cry.
I don’t want to hate you.
I don’t want to hate myself.
How is it you can always find that one things that tears me apart and breaks me?
Work nine pm
School eight am
Sleep two pm
And repeat……….
I remember when sleep was something I took for granted. Now it’s something I dream of. Some people dream of traveling, some people dream of food. I dream of a full eight hours of sleep.
You don’t understand what I mean. That’s amazing, want a cookie.
One of the most important men in my life. My grandfather is in the hospital and is not going to make it and I can not be with him.
Some people hear their alarm and are up and ready to go. Some people hit snooze for a hour and then maybe thing about getting up. I hit snooze play on my phone checking Facebook, Twitter and Instagram all while hitting snooze when it goes off. The sad part is if I just get up when my alarm goes off I’m so tired and groggy, but after playing on the phone for a hour I’m wide awake and ready to go. (Yes I have hit snooze twice while writing this)
Giggles Blog 