To sleep beside you

So how bout

I’m probably the only person that never got invited to go to the fair.

I’m such a fucking loser.

I feel so go damn lonely.

So isolated.

I’m drowning again.  God someone please save me.

Please, John.  Please? Just let me hold you once?  Pleeeeeeeeaaaasssseeeeee. *on knees*

*curls up*

Just Another

Well

John

I need you.  A lot, baby love.  I’m feeling quite lonely really.  I want to embrace someone I love much, and who loves me.  But it seems it will never happen.  At least not soon.

Oh how I wish it would.

Oh how I wish it could be you, Johnny.

Hold me tight.

Tell me I’m the only one

and then I might

Never be the lonely one.

Every day…

I thank the lord and lady…for the way

that you came to me.

Out the blue you came to me

And blew away life’s misery.

Out the blue life’s energy.

Oh John…How I love you sooooo.

I feel good

I feel bad

I feel happy

I feel sad

am I in love?

I must be in loove. 

Rutles<3

Anyway.

Things are…tired.  Literally and not so literally.

My lip ring should be an easy fix.  I certainly hope so.

*sigh*

I’d give anything to cuddle you right now, my love.

Don’t Worry, Be Hippie

 

I feel fantastic.

In my lil hippie dress.

Pupils exposed

Loftily singing

Flowers in their fingers

Beautiful motion

Twirl, twirl

The fate of us all

Is in your hearts

In your minds

Free it

Free Love

Clap Clap

‘Tis my baby’s birthdayyyyy ^____^

Oh Johnny, I love you so!!!!

 Happy Birthday, love.  You’re forever with us!  Today we celebrate your life, your laughter, your love, your everything.  We love you! Still and always.

You are fucking ridiculous.

And you don’t even see!

Blind damnation!

You’re all stupid parrots with no idea that without intellegent protectors, your asses would be dead.

Brainwash. Repeat. Don’t think. Just repeat what you think is acceptable.

Fuck you.

Our Song

Perhaps this is no one-sided disappointment.

What an awful birthday gift it would be.  I’m sorry, my love.  For…this  self destructive, lazy, apathetic hunk of bullshit that is my own self.

You have the right to hate it.

It’s too unfortunate that I love you so.

It’s too unfortune that our song is just your song played in such a way that, if you knew, you’d want to punch my face.  Or, at least, you’d sigh impatiently and think “she’s just like the rest.”  and maybe I am.

Maybe I try too hard.  Maybe I don’t try hard enough.

Maybe I love you

And maybe I’m just insane.

I want one.

So that I could be two.

But two can be as bad as one; it’s the loneliest number since the number one.