Skittles it a fucked up name for a candy. Whenever someone says: "Skittle" I immediately think "poop!" Maybe it's because Kendall always called them Shittles.Not very effective, yet whenever someone has them, I almost beg. Sad, hm?
It's getting dark so late now. I was out at 7 and it was so light. I was out with Alex Lane tonight until about 6, and I was like: "It must be 4 or something. It's too bright." Yes, Laney, a name most haven't heard for a while. We've become friends again. Ah, more like we were reunited. He's still cute. He's still nice. He's still a great talking... partner... thing....
I wish I'd rain. I love the sound of the rain hitting the roof. It makes me feel safe.
Laney has become....more like me in the respect of self-abuse. His arms...they're scarred. I showed him my arms, and he showed me his. While mine are considerably more visible, his are still there, and they're longer. The majority of mine are horizontal, while his are a majority of vertical. I felt such a huge surge of something like admiration towards him. He knows what it's like to want to die. He hugged me when I dropped him off at home.
I think I'm boy crazy. ~Whines, then gasps~ Oh my god! All the guys I'm interested in, their names start with A! Alex, Alex, and Andy. Aye me. Get thee to a nunery.
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