It’s 11:54 and again I lay awake thinking of you. Thinking of how your lips would taste on mine at 11:55 and wishing you were here at 11:56. 11:57 comes along and I fall asleep thinking of you.
I literally wrote this at those times and I love it.
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Im not attractive and my blog sucks but I’ll make out with you like a lot.
Still true 5 years later
Dreaming about the same person you sleep next to really says a lot
- *hears noises at night*: well this is it this is the end for me I had a good life
- *gets shampoo in my eyes*: I guess I'm blind now how am I ever going to see my first born child
- *heart is beating fast*: I think I am having a heart attack is this what cardiac arrest is
- *a cop walks by*: here I go about to get arrested I probably murdered someone
- *taking a test*: don't take your eyes off of this paper you will get caught cheating and get kicked out of school and amount to nothing
- *gets a sunburn*: great now I have skin cancer how will I tell my parents
I wanted to talk about it.
Damn it.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to yell.
I wanted to shout about it.
But all I could do was whisper,
‘I’m fine.’
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