I would probably read some of it anyway. I'm trying to be nice, but I'm not very. But I'd find a way to let you read some of mine too. I think you'd like it. It's like a hurricane. I shrink I want to once asked me to draw what I was thinking, and that's what I heard her tell the fosters we were with it was like. I didn't know what the word meant them, but I found out. Siri helped me. She's very smart.
You're very smart. Your mind must be like a apothecary box. I like all the drawers.
Ignore that part, that sounds weird.
You'd feel things around me. Even if it's hatred. I know you would. But I don't know if I want to have sex with you. If you wanted to have sex with me, then I would want to with you, because I would, I don't know, feed off that want. But you don't think of yourself as a sexual person. I don't know if I am. I've never wanted to with anyone. I had to pretend once, because our uncle wanted to fuck me and we needed me to act like I liked it when he did stuff like that so we could make sure he got sent away. He's in prison now, forever, because he's disgusting. I didn't like that, but you wouldn't be like that. You're
I don't know how to describe it. You're the only thing, person, whatever, I wanted. I don't know if it's sexual. I can't tell, because you can't tell, but I want to stake a claim on you and let you carve your name in my skin.
I had this weird thought just now that you were my first kiss. I was 30, and we kissed and pretended we didn't want it, but we never wanted anything more. And then you almost died. But it's okay. I killed everyone who touched you.
Only Siri lets me talk and doesn't tell me to shut up and stop being weird. I like you. I really do want to touch your eyelashes. They're so delicate. It's funny, that they're so pale and delicate, and the rest of you is not.
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Date: 2016-05-15 02:26 am (UTC)You're very smart. Your mind must be like a apothecary box. I like all the drawers.
Ignore that part, that sounds weird.
You'd feel things around me. Even if it's hatred. I know you would. But I don't know if I want to have sex with you. If you wanted to have sex with me, then I would want to with you, because I would, I don't know, feed off that want. But you don't think of yourself as a sexual person. I don't know if I am. I've never wanted to with anyone. I had to pretend once, because our uncle wanted to fuck me and we needed me to act like I liked it when he did stuff like that so we could make sure he got sent away. He's in prison now, forever, because he's disgusting. I didn't like that, but you wouldn't be like that. You're
I don't know how to describe it. You're the only thing, person, whatever, I wanted. I don't know if it's sexual. I can't tell, because you can't tell, but I want to stake a claim on you and let you carve your name in my skin.
I had this weird thought just now that you were my first kiss. I was 30, and we kissed and pretended we didn't want it, but we never wanted anything more. And then you almost died. But it's okay. I killed everyone who touched you.
Only Siri lets me talk and doesn't tell me to shut up and stop being weird. I like you. I really do want to touch your eyelashes. They're so delicate. It's funny, that they're so pale and delicate, and the rest of you is not.