im so bored...part of me is becoming paranoid...i feel like its a possibility that my boyfriend may want to break up with me....

eh...i feel shitty. anyways heres some notebook notes:


I hadn't noticed it until my mother pointed it out. It had only rained twice the whole summer. It was an eerie thing watching the rolling lawns of yellowing death whip by.

The summer had been gracious with smooth warm days and tepid nights that made sleeping bearable.

Sweat licked my brow as he moved between my legs. He worked slowly at his pleasure, etching away at my core like a miner tapping for diamonds with his pick axe.

Time slows for me as I cross the barrier of conscious sensation. I become nothing more than the distinct heat I feel between my legs. Rapid and scorching my skin, it erupts into a wall of guilt. I instantly want this moment to be over.

He pulls away from my core, unplugging himself like a lamp. Hes charged having drained my soul. He cums, I die a little inside.