Aint Nothing Like A Brooklyn Boy

i decided on a nickname for the boy and it will be Brooklyn because that where he is from. Anyways we're kind of back together. In facebook language its complicated would be my relationship status, which i never do because either i am all yours or i am not but for him i make the exception because he is the exception. The exception that keeps me coming back and slowly is melting this jade ice monster to loving someone.

paz. amor, besos

I am depressed
not suicidal
just deeply unhappy, sad, angry
face down into oblivion depressed.
I will be seeing a psychiatrist very soon.

Back in action

No less than 24 hours had passed after i broke up with the boy than i was fucking someone else and as if the universe need to let me know exactly how fucked up i am in the middle of hooking up my phone rang with you know who on the other line.

It was nice.
I missed the familiarity of his lips.
The way his scent lingers over my skin.
Funny he told me that his roommates missed the girl who always went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth in her panties.
Well you can tell them that I am back, i said.

paz

I just want to be loved by you

I love you, has to be three of the most dangerous words in any language. They hold the same power, the same promise of intention, and the same ability to inflict pain. So when someone says I love you , that all i want is the chance to love you. When the sincerity can be heard in the inflection of their voice, when every bone is your body echoes with those words and you feel it comes from the purest and most unseen places of human intent.

Then why is i can't let go?

Musical Monday Musing (lates as ususal)

This past weekend was very very interesting, i went to see the boy in Brooklyn. I have some stories to tell for my mini adventure the highlights including:

cussing out his best friend

meeting the past girlfriend and current baby mama

dinner between the boy, my brother, and I

the whisper of the three most deadly words in any language

full write up sooner than later

There's is always some reason to feel not good enough

I am not happy.
So, I called my boyfriend and broke up with him.
There is not a rational reason for me to.
So when he I asked why all i could say was:
"this is what i need"