|Current mood:|| sore|
|Current music:||Celine Dion - Because You Loved Me|
this is my sexy feeling icon.
I haven't gone to sleep yet. I'm so tired my body's beginning to ache but I have to write about this. I don't mind being a one night. I don't mind being a toy. I think all I'd really mind would be being forgotten. It's not as if I'll ever forget the words or the touch or the looks, or anything about you at all. I could have said all this a week ago. Nothing's changed for me. Don't bother asking me why, I'm the person who least understands. Don't bother wondering if I'm thinking about you. I am.
I don't have anything else to say. Eliza Dushku is an annoying cunt. And yes, I really am listening to this and quite enjoying it. Don't act so surprised.