So I'm cutting again. Oops. Falling in love again. Whoops. Guess a polyromantic like me just can't keep these emotions to myself. I'm sorry if I hurt you with these words when you read this, my love, but honesty is a virtue. Or maybe it's a total disaster. Maybe honesty causes the worst of wars. Or maybe they contract peace. I'm falling in love with a Michigan girl. She's only 13. So daring, so dark, so much of something I can't describe. Innocent? Oh, no. She's probably done more than I have in my life. She has a problem.. psychological, of course. It makes her fucking crazy, but that's what makes her worth. And I know I'm falling in love. She's clouding up my mind, like Bri once had. The way she acts, she calls me bby. Then again, she calls everyone that... it's jealousy that reassured it. Reassured that I'm crushing. But I have a girlfriend. What the fuck am I doing? She says, they say, the voices alone, "What have you done?" Well I made the mistake of falling in love. It's torture, a tease. A Michigan girl so far from me. Her girlfriend is lucky. I love their little romance story. Loved each other since elementary. But I'm not that lucky, no. A girl like her is rare to find, and now I know she's far ahead, further than Bri. And now I'm fearing my life, you see. I fell in love, now I'm falling out. But I hate myself. I'm fucking up. My thighs are twice the size of my arm and my stomach's sticking out. I'm becoming what I despise, but who am I to judge with these eyes? Somebody make me blind, because I'd do anything, anything to hold your hand... (someone fucking kill me)
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The Partial Journal of Kona Firestar
AcakIn this I write my emotions. Journal entries, how my day went, my poetry (and maybe a few others). Some of you might notice song quotes intertwined with a few entries or poems. That is because some songs inspire me. So go ahead and read this. I'll p...
