I spent most of the day with Matt. It was a good/bad time. We get along very easily, but at times we clash and just pick the hell out of each other. We're both easily offended and we also both give each other a hard time, which usually causes the other to get defensive...
We went shopping and he bought me clothes. Yay Sugar Daddy Matty!! a very short mini skirt and a rocko's modern life tshirt. *swish* I wanted a shirt that said "HOW DO YOU LIKE THESE APPLES?" and it had two apples...you get the idea. Matt was all NO no one is allowed to look at you there or even realize you have boobs except me.
So protective.
I burned myself a CD at his house. Very kick ass, might I say.
So basically. These feelings that I have been feel, really feel like a sin. I know its wrong but, man-oh-man, I cannot stop. And the longer I wait the more I want it. It's not going away, and I doubt it will. Unless I cut myself out of it completely, (not an option.) But maybe it will end soon? Maybe I will just cease.
I am such a WIGGER. I'm listening to Tupac. Oh well. He was a visionary, and a poet. Don't judge me, fuckers.