Today was the first day that I'd ever seen you cry. I squinted through my eyes, as you smeared tears on yourself. I hated that feeling, I hated it. I felt enraged, and I had a slight strange feeling of vengeance. I wanted to take you way away right then, just so you'd never be that broken.
I love you, you know? I hope our day together has provided you with enough laughs that filled you with our kind of happiness. Because today, we had spleen-splitting laughs and food children that were kicking to explode. I really hope so.
My best friend shits on everyone, you know? She has these huge eyes that are sometimes green, and sometimes brown, with an orange exploding in the center. Today they were brown, and today I saw them sad. But you know, she has a pet peeve for big eyes, isn't she strange?
And she smells like home, not Ange's house. But she smells like home. Homey? She thinks I'm really nice, and she laughs at all my jokes even if I know they're ridiculous. And we're always making faces at each other, but she's really fun. She always knows what I'm talking about when I'm talking to myself about an inside something. I still flabbergast when I think about how she loves Lacey too. She loves that dance with Kameron too. And she couldn't stop watching that video too.
She's honest, with all sincerity, with all her embarrassing little admissions, with all the opinions that her cranium's got. I've never been able to tell someone so much, with out fear of offending them or scaring them away or being misunderstood in such an extent. I have no idea where she came from, I really don't.
I hope I don't see her cry again soon, unless it's because she's so happy. Because we're always so happy. And she's always so cuddly. And she always talks about how much she loves Adrian. And how good Adrian is. And how mature he is, and how he never complains or curses, and how he treats me really nice, and how he's SO nice, even if he thinks he's an asshole. And how they can be friends with out it being awkward, because he talks to her like a friend. And I love the both of them. So much. And she loves Jabe too. She knows how much I love him, and now she knows why, and now we make a good trio/quartet when Ace is alive.
She's always open to things/people that I love, and she becomes a part of many aspects of Ange. Because she bothers to be in my life. And she walks to my house even when she's hella sad, and I get to make her feel better. When she first came in my room today, she said hi to me, and then broke into tears. And I felt the way I felt when I saw Jabe cry that one day. And I wanted to do something about but I couldn't. So I just held her like I held Jabe. And my best friends are the best I could have, and I'm typing so fast right now because I'm babbling like an idiot, but I don't know, I have so much to say because I'm so happy about everything, and I'm so in love with everything, and I can't stop thinking about the greatness of everything because nothing is ever shitty anymore, no matter which day it is, and what happens. Oh man oh man oh man oh man.
One day, Fox and I are going to have a pair of French Bull Dogs, and they're going to be good buddies, and we'll have play dates. We're saving up, mhm!
Yeah, my best friend shits on everyone. My best friends shit on everyone. My darling shits on everyone. My life shits on everything. I need to go to sleep, or calm down or something because the Opera Cake is giving me a gooooood sugar rush, like the past nights have been giving me sugar rushes because Fox and RV and I keep going to french bakeries and we buy desserts that are filling and so sweet and so good and man oh man, We Laugh Indoors.
Fox, you're the best. I love your bitch ass, your ass that is HELLA high bro! RV and I can't help but be friends with it.
HYSTERIC!
H A P P Y .
I love you, you know? I hope our day together has provided you with enough laughs that filled you with our kind of happiness. Because today, we had spleen-splitting laughs and food children that were kicking to explode. I really hope so.
My best friend shits on everyone, you know? She has these huge eyes that are sometimes green, and sometimes brown, with an orange exploding in the center. Today they were brown, and today I saw them sad. But you know, she has a pet peeve for big eyes, isn't she strange?
And she smells like home, not Ange's house. But she smells like home. Homey? She thinks I'm really nice, and she laughs at all my jokes even if I know they're ridiculous. And we're always making faces at each other, but she's really fun. She always knows what I'm talking about when I'm talking to myself about an inside something. I still flabbergast when I think about how she loves Lacey too. She loves that dance with Kameron too. And she couldn't stop watching that video too.
She's honest, with all sincerity, with all her embarrassing little admissions, with all the opinions that her cranium's got. I've never been able to tell someone so much, with out fear of offending them or scaring them away or being misunderstood in such an extent. I have no idea where she came from, I really don't.
I hope I don't see her cry again soon, unless it's because she's so happy. Because we're always so happy. And she's always so cuddly. And she always talks about how much she loves Adrian. And how good Adrian is. And how mature he is, and how he never complains or curses, and how he treats me really nice, and how he's SO nice, even if he thinks he's an asshole. And how they can be friends with out it being awkward, because he talks to her like a friend. And I love the both of them. So much. And she loves Jabe too. She knows how much I love him, and now she knows why, and now we make a good trio/quartet when Ace is alive.
She's always open to things/people that I love, and she becomes a part of many aspects of Ange. Because she bothers to be in my life. And she walks to my house even when she's hella sad, and I get to make her feel better. When she first came in my room today, she said hi to me, and then broke into tears. And I felt the way I felt when I saw Jabe cry that one day. And I wanted to do something about but I couldn't. So I just held her like I held Jabe. And my best friends are the best I could have, and I'm typing so fast right now because I'm babbling like an idiot, but I don't know, I have so much to say because I'm so happy about everything, and I'm so in love with everything, and I can't stop thinking about the greatness of everything because nothing is ever shitty anymore, no matter which day it is, and what happens. Oh man oh man oh man oh man.
One day, Fox and I are going to have a pair of French Bull Dogs, and they're going to be good buddies, and we'll have play dates. We're saving up, mhm!
Yeah, my best friend shits on everyone. My best friends shit on everyone. My darling shits on everyone. My life shits on everything. I need to go to sleep, or calm down or something because the Opera Cake is giving me a gooooood sugar rush, like the past nights have been giving me sugar rushes because Fox and RV and I keep going to french bakeries and we buy desserts that are filling and so sweet and so good and man oh man, We Laugh Indoors.
Fox, you're the best. I love your bitch ass, your ass that is HELLA high bro! RV and I can't help but be friends with it.
HYSTERIC!
H A P P Y .
