"Do you mean, he likes to party, drink and have sex?"
"It's weird that you know only that side of me."
and still you are one of the persons with whom I spent the most time.
I wrap myself into cover and told I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna go out. I smiled, laughed and put my feet on the wall. Ted looked me like I'm crazy person, but it doesn't matter, not with him. I can be as crazy as I want and he won't go away. I don't have to act with him, because we both know what we are doing, we know how this is going to end and it's okay. I don't have to be something I'm not. I don't have to pretend anything.
The cover felt so good. The feeling against my skin was something so unique, something I have missed. It was so much softer than anything. I couldn't stop moving my legs, it couldn't stop moving. It felt like I'm on drugs. "Are you sure you are sober?" Yea, I'm sure about that. I'm just tired. And when I'm tired enough, I get really restless.
I wanna scream and shout
and let it all out!
Love,
Ambivalent
Yeah, I am also having trouble with being myself, and it's also tough to reveal my imagination, because people criticize things that they can't see happening. Haters just mutate. ...and I take to myself like crazy, more than most people, probably. I mean, I'll talk to myself for hours.
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