I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want to curl up and watch movies with you. Or we could just cuddle. I want you to hold my hand and hug me from behind. I want you to kiss my forehead, and tease me when I squirm during a horror movie. I want you to text me, and tell me that you love me. That I’m beautiful. I want you to trace shapes on my back. I want you to hold me when I cry. And then hold me when we makeup after a fight. I want you to look at me, and just smile.
I want you to notice that I’m alive. I want you to talk to me. I just want you.
Love me. Please. We would be so good together. We would highlight each other so well.
I just want you. That’s all. But I suppose it’s asking to much. Especially from me. Especially when it’s you. But you’re just so beautiful. You are a beautiful beautiful boy. I just want you.
I'm watching Saw, and he's all like "How much blood would you shed to stay alive?"
Um none. I’m pretty sure I would just sit there and cry and just let myself die…….
Same with all those horror movies. Like they would be chaasing me, and I would just hide behind a tree. and just die. Especially if there was a chainsaw. I get really scared with them. And I just stop moving from fear.
so just come at me with a chainsaw, and I’m dead. I’ll just stand there and scream. Then I die…. :(
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And maybe it's because we create things in our mind. Things that will never really happen.
Maybe that’s what messes us up. We create these ideas. These perfect little stories that won’t happen. But we wait and we wait and we wait. We wait forever. We wait on the things we create. The things that mess us up. Screw with our heads. Screw with our reality.
Maybe that’s why everyone’s unhappy.
They’re waiting for things that won’t happen. They get something, but they throw it away because it’s not like they imagined.
Oh how wonderful it would be, just to live in our own minds.