doll.

baby i can spin you inside out and twirl you upside down
please have your fire extinguisher ready; i'll burn you like barbeque

i did not take these pictures; but i wrote these words and yes, you may quote me
Feb 17 '10
I guess to some extent, you get used to being alone. You get used to not expecting phone calls & having nothing to do at night. You don’t expect to turn around to open arms any longer. The small sounds of him have been replaced by silence. Your thoughts echo through your head, with no one to share them with. All in all, being alone isn’t terrible, it just hurts like hell.