→ 01 Jul 12 at 9 pm
Baby Fatty wasn’t a big fan of that crumpled paper. First he wanted to protect it, then he was scared. HA
Baby Fatty wasn’t a big fan of that crumpled paper. First he wanted to protect it, then he was scared. HA
“Since I have to crumple this up, I figure it could be a letter that I’ll never give to anyone. Or who knows. I’ll write nothing. Or everything. Or about how his voice gave me butterflies the other night. Maybe it was Godzilla destroying a town in my stomach. Just like before. But the butterfly feeling of sweetness turns into frustration because I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to trust. I don’t know anything. I need to be shown. I’m scared to get close to anyone & care for them because eventually they’ll grow tired of me & not want me around.”
The relaxing perfection of the Wreck This Journal - it’s perfect, but not for long. Very therapeutic I think.
“Love”
I know he used me. He called me one day telling the truth. He was shaking. He wouldn’t let me help. I tried. I was mad. I wanted to scream until he understood. I shouldn’t yell. He didn’t have anyone. I had to be there. He needed me. He needed me. He needed me. If anything happened I Would feel responsible. He knows that I am here when he is ready.