So, I am so certain that he loves me. His kiss... it's different every time, it's wonderful what he does with his lips... he melts me. Being a prey of his mouth, and stare at him staring at me with his deep lost eyes... Can't really describe it... Wow...

So i'm sweeter, but I have to find more things in wich I'm superior somehow.. No one would write him an honest poem like me right? No one's got is smell on his own skin? No one joins him in dreams for a kiss goodnight? I don't know.... why is this so hard for me????!!!! FUCK??!! I think.... well..... i'll tell you how' it going ok?

So she was first.... and it hurts badly. She´s me, but she arriver before me. He drove her home last Saturday... I wouldn't have minded... but he didn't have de BALLS to tell me. Fuck him. Fuck this anger. Can't stop this jealousy...I'll explode. It's so much anger that theblade cuts in my body are not draining it as they used to. I wish she would've never existed. it's like i can feel her taste in his lips... Can´t take her out of my head...... She's so fuckin' crazy, and yet he was in love with her? What did they do? What did they used to talk about? I'm i better enyway? She got him warmed up with a kiss... he doesn't kiss me enough.... Can't fuckin' get her outta my head.. Can't fuckin' get her outta my head.. Can't fuckin' get her outta my head.. Can't fuckin' get her outta my head.. Can't fuckin' get her outta my head.. She's choking me.... Can't fuckin' get her outta my head..