contempt for things are zero.

usually i have a million and one things to say.
usually i can bitch and argue.
usually i can be full of joy
and usually i can cry.
its save to say i dont know whats going on with me.
i dont have any contempt for my words anymore.
for my thoughts.
for my feelings.
and espically you.
how many times can you stamp on Lilys heart.
i'm sure thats what they all get told.
winner gets a prize.
i wish i could find someone who understood.
someone who got it.
someone who got me.
someone to save me.
and take care of me.
i want to see the most beautiful place on earth
and i want to see it with the most amazing man in the world.
note to self: where is the most beautiful place on earth.
note to self: amazing men dont think your hot.
how could this happen to me.
and in chicago at 7.30am
a young boy texts to say 'i love you'
these three words are said too much
but never enough.
falling in love is so dumb.
never do it.
i wont be doing it ever again.
once was enough for me.
my eyes are tired.
my heart is weak.
my body aches.
i hate this feeling.
its back.
knew it wouldnt take long.