Sealed with a kiss
At the time I wrote this post, I was feeling down. So down mentally that it's affecting me physically. My hair would not stand up anymore even with a quarter of a bottle of wax. It's nonsensical. What God is putting me through. I've always been longing for someone. Someone to take pictures that don't mean anything with. Someone to sing to. Someone to sing to me. Someone to listen to the crap I write which I label as songs. Someone to write, the crap which I label as songs, about. Someone to have long conversations with at night on the phone without being seen by others as gay. I've only ever had long, late night phone calls with guys so I guess it's okay if people are skeptical of my straightness. But I'm straight. Also, when we have long late night phone calls, one of our activities is to call a girl & prank them. Tell me is that masculinity or what? It's been 5 years. I'm still struggling to move on. 'She's' made me hate the fairer ...