When my depression kicks in again, from time to time, I hate to say my friends just make it worst. Their personalities and charisma, only pulls me deeper into the darkness in my mind. I find myself faking a smile and persona when I just want to cry. I get this feeling where I want to tell them how I really feel but I don’t. I don’t want to waste my breathe. So I find myself on a mass social media site telling strangers how I feel on a daily basis. Which, if you ask me is pretty sad. Actually I think more pathetic than sad.
I just want a boyfriend with messy hair and a good taste in music
what kinda dancing we talking about, I kinda dance to everything
I have 4 personalities:
1. When I’m alone
2. When I’m around friends
3. When I’m around my parents
4. When I’m around someone I like
I dont want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.