Im safe.
Im high.
Nothing can touch me.
So many things i keep hidden within these aeortas of my tar-ish heart.
Im just afraid of the consequences once i let them dogs out.
"There's only 1 thing 2 do, 3 words 4 you."
Like seriously i should stop having unhealthy infactuations. It kills me whenever i have these unhealthy bugs infecting me. It caused me to have sleepless nights, butterflies in my tummy and uncontrollable depressions whenever hes not there for my eyes to savour. Im sorry to whoever that i ignored, screamed at and cursed. Cant help it bitches, imma slut.
Like for example, I like this guy ive met at work at the mo. Hes not handsome nor smart. But i have like a serious major crush on him. Why ? Cos he seems FUN. Ive discovered something im not so proud of myself. Im into fun now. Which is so wrong. Maybe im going through some metamorphosis or smtg. Cos this is not who i used to be.
And to you;
Whatever we are having right now, even if its a transparent knot tied in between our genitals, im loving it. Cos i simply adore you. As simple as that. I know i cant meet you as often as i would love, those sweetcherry olives memories keeps me going. Oh fun-o-fun, please come again. Except now, without strangers. :)
