Desdemona's Dreams

I need to stop trying to fool myself. I’m not ok. This isn’t ok.

I cant be ok if the thought of being alone with him nearly brings me to a panic attack. If every time I leave him I cry nonstop for thirty mins. If, even though I know I deserve to be treated better, I still want what little he gives. Its,so stupid and selfish, to still want what we had, but I miss everything.

Every kiss

hug

laugh

smile

single word that ever passed those beautiful lips.

I miss the person I shared my first everything with. I miss not going to bed with wet face and sore throat. I hope that this is my one account he doesn’t know about, because I cant bear the thought of how he feel reading this.

I just wish it all away

I miss us.

la la la la la la la la

Sheets of Egyptian cotton

I’m going to be catwoman for halloween. 

No way you can convince me otherwise.

Excited