I hate that you don’t feel the same way about me.
I hate that I’m letting this get to me.
I hate that I feel so alone.
I hate myself.
I hate you.
I hate everyone.
I just hate.
I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
Knowing that Circa Survive is coming out with a new CD makes me wanna die, then come back to life so I can listen to it, then die again cause I know I’ll never hear anything as beautiful again.