friskin

She is so in love.

This past weekend was awesome, but all I really have to show for it are a giant bruise on my inner thigh and a conspicuous little red mark on my neck.

I'm beginning to like this feeling of surrender. Seriously, why fight fate? It's like we're working together now, rather than against one another. And yet, last night when I tried to sleep I became sick with the thought of being so far away...

You're probably right.

But I want it. I can't tell if my aspirations are too high, but somehow that's not stopping me from having them. The end will come soon enough either way.

C'mon and gimme a kiss. Twenty five days.

Kiss this, Nerd. I hope I hope.

Dream: Mazer's teeth are falling out as he talks to me. I find it extremely disturbing, but he only laughs at my disgust.