stop and stare. and may jesus stay on his cross tonight.

i am sorry i was not able to hook up with you as much as i physically wanted to. you were so fantastic this weekend and i thoroughly enjoyed sleeping next to you.

but i've developed a problem where the thought of anyone touching me besides him makes me a little sick. i didn't notice till last night.

it's not something i'm happy about, in fact i'm pretty scared (although not as scared as i am of jesus, long story. i think he's going to kill me in my sleep =( )

my story is too long and i'm too sleep deprived.

sixteen candles down the drain.

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