Tuesday, December 20, 2011
TEXT ME
Sunday, December 18, 2011
OOPS
Well then lets get to the venting!
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF.
ok we got that out of the way
I am SO FUCKING FAT! I promised myself I wouldn't gain more than 5lbs this winter,
topped that in like a week.
It didn't help that your family cooks AMAZING FOOD.
Seriously, I gained like 15lbs in Cali.
Oh well TIME FOR THE GYM I GUESS.
or not...
OOOOOHHHH!!!! COOOKKKIIIEEESSSSSS!!
just kidding
but no seriously I'm baking cookies.
wait....
shit....
That might be why I'm fat. Maybe. Just maybe.
I recorded Sail at the studio with legit equipment today! It. Sounds. AWESOME.
I'll post it on here as soon as its done.
btw I need my hat! ITS COLD AS FUCK!
Sunday, December 4, 2011
You Are Not A Failure
I love you more than life itself <3
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Update
Been awhile lol.
I guess I gave up on the daily blog thing. It all pretty much sums up to the same basic points:
- I miss her more than anything
- I love her more than life
- Texas sucks
- I miss Cali
- TEXAS SUCKS
So yeah.
Oh!! After 3 years of saving I'm getting a 2012 Mustang GT Custom.
Its black with white racing stripes. Sexy as hell. Almost as sexy as the love of my life, but not quite.
She will always be number one.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Day 2
Nothing eventful.
I love and miss you with all my heart.
FUCK TEXAS AND YOUR 52 DEGREE WEATHER!!!!!
Monday, November 21, 2011
On The Eve Of Collapse
On the eve of alcoholism
They worry me. I feel inferier to some of your friends.
I feel insecure that someone might romance you. I love you more than you know
and I'm not gonna lie, I get jealous when you hang out with guys.
I'm not gonna be "that guy" and forbid you from hanging out with other guys.
But I will be honest, it bugs me.
And now there is a drunk guy confessing his love for you on Twitter?
I trust you completely but I can't help but feel the need to defend our love.
And baby,
I would fight to the death for you.
I love you
Day 1
Fuckin sucked.
I'm supposed to do this everyday but idk. We shall see.
I miss her so damn much it hurts. Like it physically hurts.
I miss the way she woke me up in the morning, and the way she could
just look at me and we both knew what we wanted to say.
I miss the sneaky kisses and the hugs.
I miss her scent, and her warmth.
and most of all,
I miss her face.
Her beautiful face was so perfect. She is more beautiful without makeup than any girl
I know WITH make up.
I would give anything just to kiss her again.
Just to cuddle in the car again.
And to feel her fingers gently playing with my hair while I sleep next to her.
I miss her so much it hurts.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
It hurts
It hurts to say goodbye, even though i will see you again soon.
I take too many pills because they keep me from feeling
and when I'm here and your there, there really isn't much to feel.
I overshot it this time, I was talking to my doctor.
I almost OD'd. Joy.
Apparently I'm retarded. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Also when you said your parents hated me, that hurt me alot.
Because I've been trying so hard for them not to, but they do anyway.
Oh well.
So now that I'm here and your there I don't know what to do.
I guess I'll do what I always do. I'll just become numb, shut down, and not feel anything
until may.
Soooooo.... fuck you world.
and Genesis, I LOVE YOU
Saturday, November 19, 2011
So im back in Dallas.
My so called "home". But I feel like I'm visiting somewhere. I miss her more than you could possibly imagine. I belong in California. This is a quick one cause I'm at the airport but ill post more at the appartment.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Tonight
3am I will finally get to cuddle up with you and feel your warmth. 3am I will finally get to kiss you freely. Although I wish I could kiss you head to toe, and taste your sweetness, this makes me happier than anything in the world. ;)
3am baby
I love you
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Hacked
Her
I love her
So much, and now I get to live with her. Her eyes make me feel like my heart is safe. And her lips are so tempting, like a candy you can only enjoy gently. She always looks beautiful, and she doesn't believe me when I tell her.
I love her.