Re written!!!!
I long for companionship in a world full of loneliness. I long for love. I long for someone. Someone to be mine and only mine. Someone to hold me when it gets difficult. Someone to make me feel better. Someone to Fuck long into the night. Someone. Anyone.
I've lived in new Jersey my whole life and it's not been a very happy existence. I no longer speak to my family after..an incident shall we say and so I'm alone. I have not had sex for a total of 308 days and I'm okay with that. I just miss human contact. The only people I speak to are the customers in my shop who come for pretty flowers for weddings, birthdays, decoration. Funerals. I run the only flower shop in Belleville and so I have the unfortunate task of sorting out flowers for funerals. Maybe I should hire an assistant? My shop is located on a street where nearly every shop has closed down apart from mine and the tattoo shop next door. I would love to have a tattoo but I don't really trust anyone with a piercingly sharp needle right next to my skin. No thankyou.
Its been so long since I have had any form of relationship with a person, being family or friends, I wonder if I'm ever going to have one again.
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Permanently Yours- Frerard
Fanfic*Based on a post I saw on tumblr* Gerard Way has a thing about needles. God he hates them. Their look, their ice cold touch everything. Yet he finds himself working at a tattoo shop for two years. He designs tattoos and often tattoos others but...
