i miss you but i can't even talk to you I can't even attempt try to break up with you and watch you save the relationship I can't have a break down and sit in relaxation as I see you feel my pain i want to be infatuated (sp) with someone i can touch someone I have to prevent myself from being over reaching towards snail mail sucks and even then I have to be cautious without regular stimulation, my emotions have no guidance to me thats whats a relationship is about listening to you...

The invited significant never stops caring. When this love will finish, I don’t care to ask. He likes me for me and its kinda tearing me apart. Why you, I ask him? Why you? Those sappy love songs keep making more sense all of a sudden. A pure heart, a love that’s not dirtied by daddy’s abusive habits. 2 non issue people coming together to create a union of peace and love. Finally. I want to eat him up like a muffin with butter on top. Makes me salivate just thinking about him. ...

and my non-american americaness may come off as some 'wannabe' behaviour but my heart and my personality are shaped by my experiences marry me and make me normal I tell the world around just fucking make me normal marry me so I can become one of you one of the lost, adventurous souls that have never been lost with a history so short that vigour has kept you on top but i remain on the outside my drunken words comfort everyone and the tired drunken Indian sailor keeps no comfort ...

so what the fuck am I supposed to say how the hell am I supposed to feel you're toughing it out proving your manhood but you're dragging me down so we just met and we might have to part ways but I might not forget your delicious ways you bring me up and prove to me my heart is not in vain that clearer souls do run in pretty boys a man that makes me cry happy tears god bless america so the priti complex starts to appear the fear of being a spinster who ran away from settli...

you called for the first time today and now I can’t fall asleep you keep me up at night niggah and you can’t answer that kind of question I know you’re thinking about me right now And I hurt from the inside Cause I miss you more than I can bare How do I deal with this despair? I can’t be a victim to my heart again My baby My baby

so what the fuck am I supposed to say how the hell am I supposed to feel you're toughing it out proving your manhood but you're dragging me down so we just met and we might have to part ways but I might not forget your delicious ways you bring me up and prove to me my heart is not in vain that clearer souls do run in pretty boys a man that makes me cry happy tears god bless america so the priti complex starts to appear the fear of being a spinster who ran away from settl...

avoid the non-american over desperate cock seeking mother fucker that is so nice he's nice but I don't want to fuck him am I a NBU? nice but ugly am I just over eager, not in shape and simply not american not american not cool not fucking american 'I'm good enough for socialization but not good enough not fucking american I live my life and you live yours with no help from my friends oh lord wont you buy me a mercedez benz

tease me I'm an easy target and I give you the right response as the gang of sexed persons swarm around you and your horny eyes do too much talking thank you for being nice says the 15 year veteran there's so few of us left ---shut the fuck up and put out old man I don't need your political commentary on my personality just lay me motha fucka put out i flirt with admiration inside I dance with desire the desire to be held by one that has never hurt me that never intentionall...

so that's my look for today my look that I'm wearing my look that I'm claiming reduce the use of the F word for the first time ever its not necessary and it makes you look really unintellectual so my baby is doing okay and I found a way to communicate with him he makes me happy mothafucka jonny jon is here and totally complimenting my existence at this time bobber bob is coming and going to be a verbally abusive loser as usual but not to me, mothafucka who crazy, you cur...

And crying my heart out loud felt so good crying the tears that where locked in a perfect meeting of moments crashed felt so good so now the morning after, a new perspective I swear I'm not broken I will survive says the faggot I will survive as he emulates females but resembles males the line of gender the eternal competition of innies vs outies jesus loves you jesus fucking loves you focus on the inner audience forget about the strange strangers and the in-bar fri...

A good solid cry that's all it was planning on being but something threw it off its ticker an old brown man in an afghanistani suit doing nothing wrong but who can never do anything right analyze this you stranded failure release some sorrow use the humour to pad the pain to comfort your color to comfort this, mothafucka

Me and Him, Me and Him, Me and Him. Gosh do you think about anything else? The Cell Phone has never been a greater friend. And being the military boyfriend only gets tougher. I pretend to be a woman to avoid the authorities. But I'm not. 4 months of being nothing but the Z word. I have to play his game, and so much commitment because their life is not normal. They're voluntary slaves for their country. And I am their man. I bear your fucking burden. How much o...

And the music changes what I was feeling a minute ago escape your reality by visiting someone elses today music- the strongest story teller tells me her story so well she has the milkshake and the boys are lined up and I walk like I'm her now your song comes on the one you told me reminds you of me and a more beautiful compliment, I have yet heard you are so cute do you know that the way you looked at me, the first time you showed me this song the way we both pretend not to...

nothing but your presence soothes me and your missed phone call from the disadvantaged field wreck my inside try not to think about it and move on, move up but my heart is not with me my heart is gone over dramatic responses to noramally everyday action I'm so stupid for missing your phone call gosh I need to smoothe this pain over I need to recognize drinking will not solve the problem but it sure makes it easier I love you faggot I love you so much i miss you from the field...

I like being mean to him and seeing him respond or just stand still lets see what kind of response he gives me I'm at the point where 2 months is enough like I'm tired of feeling this way trying to pretend I don't and in the end still being attached to a man and his fucking superpower employer hopefully he'll break up with me or say something really mean so i can break up with him gosh i need the e-break but I need a reason to utilize it not falling in love with hookers- info...