Prose inspired by a Demon
I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop.
It’s like a drug, and I’m sure the consequences are worse.
I’m just plain addicted.
Addicted to skin on skin, to sitting above you
To the feel of you inside of me.
I’m obviously as far down the “rabbit hole” as I can get.
I can see the way out, it’s right in front of me
But I don’t want to take it, don’t want to leave this place.
I like the way you crave contact if I’m close by, just touching your shoulders
Or scratching your head.
I’m addicted to your smile, and the way you play with my hair.
I know people are telling us that it’s wrong, that we should stop,
But I like the fact that neither of us wants to stop, that neither of us care.
I’m addicted to the softness of your skin and the color of your eyes.
I like it when you’re silly and can’t help making jokes.
I love the way you make me laugh, even when you’re not around.
This probably isn’t healthy, but drugs never are, and best of all you’re free.
I don’t mind that you know my secrets but I don’t know many of yours,
I feel safer lying in bed with you than I do anywhere else.
I can see the way out very clearly but, here I am.
And there you are and we’ll just continue to be addicted.
What do you do when you wake up and realize you’re in love with The City That Never Sleeps?
Why do I keep interacting with other humans?
Love how no one is legit excited for me because I’m going on a vacation. I haven’t taken any kind of vacation since I graduated highschool in ‘08 and people keep telling me how much I suck. I’ve already been cut off mid sentence twice today. I’m not even bragging or being an asshole about it. All I want to do is get through saying, “I’m so excited to be going to Ireland next month and to see my family!” I usually get cut off around “Going to” And people keep asking if they can come. Sure if you’ve got $2,000 come on. My parents are paying for me to go because I’m going to be working for them the whole time. Helping people load and unload bags, making sure everyone found their rooms etc. I’ve barely had the money to leave the fucking state for the past three years so I’m fucking excited for my damn self and the rest of them can fuck off.
Oh sweetie, don’t you realize it’s different this time around?
I’m different as you’ve obviously noticed, time changes people as it does. I don’t need you like I used to. I don’t think about you all the time, I don’t crave you or your touch, you’re not what drives me insane anymore. That title belongs to someone else. You could’ve had it when you didn’t want it and now you want it because you can’t have it. I’m not wrapped around your finger anymore. Do you miss the days of telling me to jump and my asking how high? You say you don’t but I’m sure you do. It’s a heady kind of power to own someone like you used to own me. I was yours and when you left I was crushed. But, you weren’t around to pick up the pieces and this time the puzzle fits perfectly. I am who I always was supposed to be and I’m finally not ashamed of that. But, you don’t control this me. Don’t you realize, it isn’t the same anymore?
I want to do something different with my appearance I just don’t know what. I’ve had short hair, currently have long hair, have dyed it red twice, I just want to do something new and different but I don’t know what. I was looking through my profile pictures on fb and I take the same kinds of pictures always. I dunno I just want to do something to make me impressed with myself.
Did a spell, forgot candle, almost lit my new desk on fire…whoops
Throwing up and not able to sleep because of stress… Yaaaay
It’s amazing how easy it is to become depressed sometimes.
Now, I feel like I’m not even in my own head and I really want to sit on the floor and cry. Can’t do that so I guess I’ll eat lunch and watch TV before I have to spend five hours at work that will probably drag on because today is monday and retail is usually slow during the week.
If I go back to sleep can I not wake up for a few weeks?
8 and a half hours until I leave for Wizarding World of Harry Potter
Sleep? Nope no sleep for meeeeee.
-Insert picture of funny running stick figure meme with it’s arms behind it in little curly q’s that I can’t find right now.-