||[Nov. 3rd, 2008|01:10 pm]
I was not a good girl on Halloween.|
I wish he could remeber what happened, but I think he's lying when he says he doesn't remember anything.
He knows I bit him. and He knows he didn't bite me, even though I told him he did.
Kitchen, Hallway, Futon. No getting caught. Everyone got some cheetos.
And thinks we had sex.
Which we didn't.
As bad as t was in Wes' room, once we were in mine, he said no.
He had more than me, but I have no tolerance. You can't take advantage of a boy when he's the one pulling you. Don't close the blinds. Sit down. Move the plate. Get close. Underneath the clothes.
it feels right. you look right.
This is right.
Looking up iinto your eyes, there isn't anything unclean.
You look innocent and in love.
Which you won't let yourself feel when you're sober.
Soon you will. SOon you'll have to give something up. I have to ask you to give something up.
So you can ask me to give mine up. One coping mechanism for another. your smoke for my steam.
no starving and no vomit.
One day, you won't be afraid.
I won't walk away. I can't walk away. There's no need to worry.
The more I know you, the more I need you, and I can't walk away.
I'm falling, but I haven't fallen yet.