(Source: wavingg-flags, via fuckyeahsexanddrugs)
Drunk as you were, I don’t think I have ever seen you that up and energetic. I couldn’t handle your childish behaviors and inability to control yourself.
I told you that you needed to chill out or else I was going to kick you out and keep your bicycle.
You were laying down on my bed and you grabbed my arm and pulled me down next to you. You wrapped my arm around you and forced me to be the big spoon.
I laid my head on top of yours and a patronizingly asked if you just really wanted to be the little spoon.
You admitted that you wanted to be spooned and I obliged, hoping you would calm down.
Minutes later, you were fast asleep in my arms.
After having been bouncing off the walls, you fell asleep almost instantaneously in my arms.
I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself at your childish behavior and continued to sleep next to you.
I just slept with two different men this weekend.
I don’t know how to feel about it.
I have varying levels of feelings for both of them, but I don’t think they care much for me.
I just give myself up too easily for the opportunity for affection.
Is it so terrible to want to be loved?