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I honestly don't know why I feel so uncomfortable.
.. I guess I'm just feeling .. well, unattractive.
like, the passion is gone.. the desire is gone.. and I'm just the toy... I help him get off and then walk away and pass out.
yeah, that's how I feel lately.
What happened to trying to impress the girl? to grooming?
instead he hides behind his laptop, denying what he's really doing.
.. and so I hide behind my screens denying what I'm doing.
I'll just leave him alone, maybe it's a phase.
all I know it that it's fucking with my head, and i'm trying to remain balanced and sure with the fact that I'm here.
like I said before, he has his distractions, I have mine.
oh well... off to bed.
- still obviously not the girl of his dreams...
blair
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