Wednesday, August 22

Day 22: Extracts From Her Diary.


"Tomorrow morning I'll be sober and you'll still be beautiful."


Say this to me. Love is so mainstream, I want a good crazy. You can measure people’s level of stupidity by how many times in their lives they have fallen in love. There are these lovers I've had and liked, but who is 'mine'? I haven't quite found the man, who'd love me like I'm the best he'll ever do and I'd like to believe I've never really been in love yet. I don’t expect him to understand me. Sometimes I don’t even know what the hell is going on in my head. I'd do some crazy, if you are, but love me, love me crazy too. For someone who is dead on the inside I certainly have a lot of emotions & shit. Lots of amazing sex & laughing is my version of living happily ever after. Of course, no one night stands, sex comes to me with intimacy. I love you. I need you. I’ll change my life your you. Where do you live?


P.S. Old write ups; probably my mind a couple of months back.

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