if i don't go crazy tonight.

i'm too lazy to just make a new post. (11/2).
my birthday is in twelve days. i can only tell you two things i even want to ask for. they wouldn't even be great things to anyone else. but they are great to me. the weather is far, far too nice for me to be sitting here wasting away on the computer. but all i can think about is how those tater tots made my stomach hurt. my heart hurts. maybe because you decided to take a stab at it last night, jerk. don't you dare fucking tell me that you know my heart, and its intentions. or that there is very little chance of it staying where it is for very long. you don't know shit about my heart. i don't care if you tried to make up for it by telling me youre happy that its somewhere, at least. thats a lie. "there is a small chance". i don't care if i am your mirror or not. youre going to have to look away sometime.




i love the park. i love you. i love grass. i love benches. i love you. i love swinging. i love your skin. i love how you feel. i love how you make me feel. i love your lips. i love your voice. i love your touch. i love your hair. i love you. you make me happy. fresh air makes me happy. trees make me happy. laying on you makes me happy. so does kissing you. you have my ipod, and don't you dare take in back with you. bring it home. why can't you stay here with me? we've already discussed this. i'll have you for the next fifty years. muwahahah. youre right you know, you bring out the best in me.