(November 22, 2017 at 2:33 am)J a c k Wrote: CIJS, and I’m just being honest...
Get that text. Get that message. Get that wink. Cool stuff. Long pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty.
Then there’s that booty and that beard, smiling like I’m doing alright. Hey, then.
Nada. No me hace nada.
No reply from me. I’m sorry. Why, Ivy? Why? The kisses feel great, and touch is addictive. You know you want it. You know what this is. But damn. Lookit. Don’t wanna look that way again, but it’s a fucken habit.
Do not touch. Friends, yo! Gonna think you’re crazy. But just once, no? What if... what if I touch just once? Can’t I? A beer and a kiss? No? A beer and one night? No? I swear I’ll take it and leave. Just once. It will solve it. Giiiirl. Knowing them touching and loving will do the trick. Ya think? Nope. I’ll be smiling, hoping it’s great for them. Still won’t solve it, though. So, just once? Beforehand? Before they meet? Fak.
So, let’s go on another date with Blabla. Let’s answer this text. Maybe start a relationship. Whatever. Let’s make this thought go away. Holy hell. Not working. It nags. That neck. That neck. What I’d do to that body if I tasted that neck. You don’t know me. You think you know, but you don’t know me.
Let’s answer this text and make these thoughts go away. It’s no fun. It’s frivolous. Gotta keep on practicing until it hits the spot.
I’m not trippin’, baby. You are.
CIJS... it’s what happens when you’re smoking with the Hi and the Ro. Lol Dumbass.
Sounds like you need the cure, badly.
Being told you're delusional does not necessarily mean you're mental.
