fuck this man
fuck it. fuck you. i don’t even like you, you’re such a stuck up bitch and you think your life is just so fucking difficult when it’s not. boohoo this guy treats me bad, maybe if you weren’t such a slut they wouldn’t treat you that way.
i’m not friends with her but why do i have to be. why can’t i say what i want. sadfasdfk fuck man i just want to be happy. that’s why i didn’t want of you on my tumblr. so i could say what i want whenever i want. now she’s gonna show the world and i’m gonna be the bitch and this is just shit ok. fuck it.
i know too many chinese men
tonight was hang bao ♥ he is the sweetest thing, except every time he stood up tonight to go do something, he’d forget that he’s only in his boxers and i’d get quite the eyeful. then i’d tell him when he got back, and he’d freak out and hide behind his pillow because he gets embarassed so easily. this happened about four times and even though he’s older all i want to do is dote on him and his little lion king stuffed animals.
his voice sounds like my favorite lullaby
it’s all i want to listen to before i go to sleep. and i really feel like i’m taking it for granted because i’m terrible at replying to his texts and i’m almost never online when he is and even when i am, i can never tell him what he wants to hear but every night, faithfully, he calls and sings and strums his guitar and murmurs random things about his day and his friends and wishes me goodnight when the time is exactly right, and i couldn’t ask for more.
i feel like this isn’t real. i feel like i should tell someone about this so i can jump around my room hugging that person but i don’t think that’s the reaction i want. so, j.c.o., i’m keeping you to myself ♥
this will be my private tumblr. i created this simply because i was tired of censoring myself because of who i knew read my posts. i don’t think i’ll link either tumblr to the other.
