I'm laying on the grass at 4:38 in the morning. The air is cold and I smell like smoke. Behind my house there is a forrest, and in it I have my own place to go to. I have my own little fort that I made with my cousin when I was younger, but that's a different story.
The only thing that is with me is my phone, a blanket and a small fire that I made. I decided I would come out here and get my thoughts collected. A guy from school got caught fucking his dog. That shit was crazy and I can't stop thinking about it. I hope they burn his balls and cut the tip of his dick off. Other then that I can't stop thinking about this one guy.
I don't know if I want to suck his dick or punch it. He messes with me all the time and I just don't understand it. Why mess with my feelings Fregley? I seriously think about him so much that I went out into the woods at 4:38 am to be alone. I am so in love. Wow, I am truly pathetic.
