.Monday, 13 May 2013 ♫ 10:15 ♫
Or he'll see.
He saw my cutter today. He saw the blood. But he didn't see any cuts. He was confused. I love the look on his face. It makes him so intelectual. He looks so smart.
He kept pondering about it. He knows something happened. But he doesn't know what. He keeps revealing the blade, and retracting it back in. He looks at it closely, and then looks at me.
He still thinks. He closes his eyes, pulls his cap down and starts biting his nails. That's when he's thinking hard. He's so adorable when he thinks. I love it. I love to see the frustration in him. I love it when he's confused. At least he thinks of me, he's thinking of me. I'm finally on his mind. Finally, I mean something to him.
I love it when he looks at me. I love it when his eyes find mine. But at the same time I hate it. I hate it when he cares. Because I know he does this to everyone else. Every other girl. Especially THAT BITCH.
I want him all to myself. I want him to care for me. I want him to take care of me forever. I want him to be the one. But sadly, he cannot. He's just not it. He doesn't realize anything yet, that I need him most right now. I just needed someone to hug tightly, to hold me in his arms and to tell me everything will be okay. I just need him. Just him... Why is it so difficult..?
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I fell for you. I'm sorry I need you. I'm sorry I'm such a hopeless fuck who can't take care of myself. I'm sorry you're so important to me. I'm sorry.
-Alice
