elastoplast

And now you tell me you have a girlfriend?
Had/have/whatever. It's close enough. All of this time you've wanted coffee and cigarettes and just to hang out in my pants, and you've had a girlfriend. The entire time.

You are disgusting filthy dirty cheating foul. And I think you should know that, but I'm too scared to tell you.

I don't want to hear that you had a dream about me. I don't want to know that you have dreams of us kissing on buses. I don't want your sleazy pickups and your coffee. I would like, however, your friendship. WIthout expectations. Without being nagged to go out for fucking coffee. Lay off a little, I'm stressed.

And you know what, I lied. I actually do want a relationship. I don't avoid them. I just don't want one with you, thankyou very much.

I want my old one back, but without the old me. Is that even possible?

I spent most of today at home sick, although I spent some of the morning painting. The hallway is being painted and it is foul. I want to create something.

I want to create beauty and fantasy and perfection.

I'm so scared of what to write on here

What if I'm recognised?