I sit so quietly here, listening to music with a pout across my full lips as I scream and cry inside. How do you care for someone who isn't there? How do you wish someone to come home if you don't even know if they are already. Frustration! Angry! Moping! and Worried! these are words that express my feeling and tatoo my face when i think of him. MY friend,my sweet, is truly the living dead because he's still alive ,but so close to being dead to me.
Remind me to find a pretty playtoy while he's away lol.
