I am uber vocal on tumblr may it be my interest or my tryst. I have an abundance of problems but for some reason I rather speak about issues with my lovers that what lies on a deeper level. maybe its because I have no one to talk to about these guys without feeling like a dick head. maybe because who I talk to about my troubles is my lover. Besides, I know that no one is reading this, well except for me a couple weeks from now.
It has been a year and a half since I broke up with “the ex”, my heart became really cynical. I think that I may be ready for love again. I feel like I want this one guy. I feel like I could love him. I wish like hell that i didn’t feel this way. He is a lot of what I need, but more of what I don’t. He listens and gets me, he is an ass. I feel like I am pushing my feelings too hard just because he is something that I have never had before. Sometimes I want to tell him that maybe we should try again. I crazy, when I try to suppress my feeling for him, he decides to bone me something crazy. I am not sprung on the dick, but I am sprung on the way that he makes me feel. I can’t sleep with him anymore or any of these other dickheads that I was a one point or another intrigued by. But he feels so good………. I need to detox
To keep it short and simple, the bull that I was tripping about before, were are “cool” and “”friends”” (double quotes needed and you may or may not know why). Well things are all chill. Tonite he walks into my apt with my roommate and her boy toy. They wake me up on the way in but its a fair deal cause I sleep light and usually keep late hours. So I am sleep because I have to be to work at 7 am. I hear my “”friend”” saying that me and my other male roommate are in bed together. He called me earlier to see if I wanted to chill but I said that I was sleeping. I guess he thought I was lying seeing how my male roommate’s bed was empty and mines had double occupancy. So when my annoying ass roommate hears this she comes down the hall to check. so much for sleeping with my door open. Well maybe it really is so fucking much because when she pops her nosy head in I correct her ass. Like look this I mother fucking harry potter and not our other male cohabitant.
My whole thing is mind your damn business. You should care less who I am in bed with because to be honest you don’t even fuck with me all like that. As for my roommate, she knows nothing of personal space.
Dear God one hood and mexico aint far enough.
HA I wrote this the other nite. Never posted it because of some dumbass glitch. opwells. its here now. I’m still agitated, calm tho. But do note that EVERYONE is being handled as if they were a wild animal, and there is a ten foot pole that assists in our interactions.
