don't you want me

Ya know, my heart is still tender. It's healing from my minds over- thinking. Kinda like when you have a paper cut, sometimes you forget about it and wash your hands anyway. It's not like you wanted to hurt yourself, it just seemed normal so you did it anyway. It stings for a while, but then you're fine after you put a band aid on it. I'm still in search of that band aid. Maybe it'll have spongebob on it.
I love being at the pool. I love the sun beating on my skin and swimming men. The muscular men. The smell of tanning oil, lotion of the sort. I just like summer and men.
Sometimes I wish I could sleep for days, hoping I'll have a dream that will give me inspiration. Inspiration is something I need deeply. Inspiration to be truly happy, and to smile lots, and not needing anyone.
I'm having a nice summer, just doing my best to heal. This man from a different school might be my only hope. Just smile pretty Kara, we can make it.




lovelove,
caribou