Strawberry Ice Cream.

...Just finished it in fact.
Added some Moutain Dew, for a tad bit more flavor.
Although, I add whatever type of soda in the fridge at the time.
Delicious.

Waiting for early to come,
So I can go.
I miss him.
Cant get him out of my head.
He is always there.
Waiting, I spose.
Waiting for what exactly?
No one knows.
Well, no one can know.

I shouldnt have posted but I felt left out.
All the cool kids do it.
My brain is broken tonight.
I think that it is because I am so tired.
I damn near slept all day,
and still I feel as though I could sleep a thousand years.
Nothing is as I wish it to be.
I find shelter and contentment in one thing.
Well, one person.
Yet I cannot see him,
or touch him,
or feel and love him,
as I long too.
I wonder,
If I go tonight,
Will I be any good as a companion at all?
I think that I am better,
but my fatigue is aweful.
Find me a bed..
Fuck that.
Give me my bed at home,
and let me sleep.
No drugs or Drank
is better than this.
It is bliss in a nut shell.
No thinking.
Ive done enough of that latey.
Im done now.
Things are the way they are.
The way the will be.
Thinking does no good,
when destruction is inevitable.

I love you.
I will see you soon.