i am not drunk any more.
it's 1 in the morning, nearly 2 in the morning. I read your post earlier in the day, I was pretty drunk. The lines blurred together and I couldn't really understand. I understand know.
Also, this blog has turned out to be way more personal and emotional than I had originally expected. I like it though, a lot.
However, I am kind of anxious that you could just send you friends the link to this website and they can see how I feel and how you feel. But deep down I know you wouldn't. Just saying.
You said that your message was way more personal than you had wanted it to be. I don't know if I should be hurt or pleased. I genuinely care about you, also.
A lot. It's okay that you get mad at me. I understand. Take your angry out on me. Make yourself feel good. Hurt me.
Being completely honest, I really wish I meant enough to you to be the subject of "swollen." I am over it, I don't care anymore. It's no big deal. When you first wrote it, I thought to myself, wow, what if she is writing about me. I was smiling as I read it. I was so happy.
I like you either way. You can tell me about your past. You can tell me about all of the boys that you have locked lips with. I want to know.
I'm being really passive aggressive. I'm sorry. I'll stop.