Lyrics and Glances.
September 7, 2008
He seemed like everything perfect. Great voice, nice eyes, tall, handsome, intellectual in the way I want it.
Problem is. I’m theoratically someone else’s. I’m a piece of marked property.
Right now, I just want to rant about how good it felt… How I wanted it to just go on and on and on… But no fucking way. All good things come to an end. Sleeping with him during RF, and then last night…
Oh God………………… I’m truly a most horrible person. It’s true, I’m fucking torn.
