I want to be able to write something profound and beautiful about love, but what have I experienced with love to give me a positive thing to say? I can’t take one more day of this bullshit. Sometimes the absolute hunger for someone to hold me, and brush my hair to the side, and tell me everything will be okay, it overpowers my need to do other things, like homework, and having a life… I just want him to love me… Whoever he may be.
So my pants were falling down, and I needed a belt. I was so out of it, and I kept asking every one if they had an extra belt. So I ended up asking my exboyfriend, and he couldn’t hear what I was saying when I asked him for a belt, so I thought it would be a good idea to grab his pants and say “beeeeelt” the moment I put my hands on his pants he looked at me and said “don’t touch me there.”