Simply Me

I love my man so much, never want to stop feeling this way

It’s about to be a looooong summer

I’m so sad

Life is so fleeting and fragile

Does anything we do in this world truly make a difference?

I want all of you. Don’t hold back, share every last bit with me. I want to know you more than I know myself. I want to be next to with you through your winters and through your summers. The open breazes of your soul will cool me on an uncomfortably hot day.

Good day today. I love being social when I’m in the mood

Nothin like good ole distance to make me love you more

I understand you want to help but you're stressing me out even more

Looking back I don't really think I've ever had an easy time. Maybe I'm just a sad girl

lol when ur boyfriend chooses video games over sex

I'm so happy now. A year can change so much and I'm so happy it's brought me to you

So I keep having this reoccurring dream where I'm in a box. Like a cardboard box. It's not a small box, no, it's huge. It's about the size of a high school classroom. Anyways, I'm just sitting here, in this big empty box waiting. For what? Couldn't tell ya. I notice I'm sitting on the crease of this box, and it's sort of cutting into my ass. Not like bloody murder cutting, more like denting itself. I don't know. Anyways, this loud voice coming from everywhere-- and I mean everywhere-- starts telling me I need to leave. I mean, I would freakin love to, but I'm stuck here in this ass-cutting empty box with absolutely no way out as far as I can see. No doors, no windows. The top crease is way too high for me to reach, so I just sorta keep sitting there. The voice says (in a deep, almost Morgan Freeman style) "What the hell are you doing? Get up and leave" I kindly inform the voice like, hey, buddy, I'm sorta stuck here. The voice doesn't like that. Noooo not at all. It's tone changes, and it gets all irritated with me and I'm like I can help being stuck in this big ass empty box. It tells me I need to leave, that I'm not welcome here. Well what the hell am I supposed to do? I'm stuck and there's nothing I can do. If Mr. Almighty voice wants me outta here, it might as well start being helpful and tell me what to do. The voice just calls me a word even I don't care to repeat, then I wake up.

My hands are sweaty. Oh god, why are my hands always so sweaty? One thing goes wrong, and my palms turn into oceans. I suppose it’s an alrighty time for them to sweat, considering.

Please always stay

Why are you never here when I need you?