I quickly open the friend's page, and of course as most fags tend to do on facebook, leaving it open to public, I tend to flip through this new friend's pictures: yes, the kind Carl likes.
They must have fucked - or maybe Carl is taunting him now to get him into bed, in Agami, over Nadia Ali's sensual lusty beats.
I sigh. I look at my blog and I remember that I haven't progressed in Mika's story: how can I keep it on while he keeps shocking me every single time we are in touch and letting him haunt my MSN list forever now?
I have many ghosts screwing my brains; apparently I am taking this out on fashion. If Carrie had a shoe fetish and obsession, I turn out then to be the guy who will litterarely die in his ties and suits. Even though I never felt comfortable wearing them in the office but I had to change my style into that perfumed, signee-styled freak. Am I looking for all the admiration looks now from my collegues? Do I feel pleased when those girls approach me and tell me how great I look, wondering what will I wear the following day?
Do I need more attention? Or am I seeking for someone's, anyone's attention in particular?
2 comments:
ITS SAD THAT WE RESORT TO THINGS TO MAKE US HAPPY.........
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GOOD OLD FASHION LOVE STORY
i undertand what your going through right now .
the need to get some attention .
i do that as well :P
is it the emptiness in the soul that pushes us to feel so?
being alone in this life without a bf can be harsh sometimes.
by the way i have been reading your blog for quite a well.
i love it ! :)
take care my friend and good luck
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