Get a little bit closer.

I want you to hold me.

I want you to whisper in my ear. Everything will be perfect. I’m happy with you. 

That’s all I ask for tonight.

Just tell me you love me. 

Day Eight: Three turn ons.

1. PRETTY EYES:] Watery brown eyes = <3

2. Kinda cliché, but I love when guys open doors for me:]

3. A smooth voice. Not too deep, but not high and squeaky. 

So today at 12 noon, I shall be going out for my first driving lesson. I’m scared. I have no clue how to drive on a real road. Blah.

Wish me luck.

Please.

I walk in the house after a good day. My mom and I went shopping and I got my mom’s, brother’s, best friend’s, and father’s christmas gifts. I put my bags down and my dad starts going through them. I grab them so he won’t see his gift and he starts freaking out saying I had an attitude.

I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO SEE YOUR FUCKING PRESENT.

So this is what I get. I spend money on you, trying to be nice, and I get this shit.

Sometimes I just want to leave.

How can I know they’ll be kept?

Sometimes I don’t know if you’re serious. Do you really miss me? Do you really care? Will you really protect me forever? Are you just using me? Do you really love me? Are you really in love with me? Are you mine? And only mine? Am I really your world? Your everything? Your life? Your breath?

I don’t see how all of this can be true. It’s a dream. A dream I’m soon going to have to wake from. I want it to be a reality. Every second of the day I scream in my mind, pleading for this to be real. For this to never end. But I can feel it. I feel on the edge of my mind, the time will come. Not soon, but soon enough. I will have to say goodbye. I will have to pick myself up, and go about fixing myself on my own. I will have no one, just me. This is the time I am scared for.

But I will move on. I will die inside the moment you move on from me.