Fingers rape his cavities.

Another late blog. Get some sleep stupid bitch.

Monday Night.

The taste of alcohol. Oh how I love it.
Give me. Give me. Give me.
I applaud myself. My lips stayed sealed that night, unless I was drowning myself with my slight alcohol addiction.

Wednesday.
Damn doctors. How long must you have to wait, for them to just leave you in a more confused state then before.
Pregnant?
Of course not fool. My sadistic ways kept him waiting though didn't it. Just could not resist the temptation to keep him waiting. A little worry shouldn't bother him. Should it.Why do I care to what he thinks?

Thursday.
Stress.Stress.Stress.
Failing perhaps. In life.
Im 17, and so fucked up. This is not normal.
Twat.
But I had some delicious chicken.


He once called me reserved. I saw this and thought of him.