Get your own Free Home PageAhhh, dream girl, where are you? I love you, you know. You love me too, because you're my dream girl. I have no one to love, but I love you. I've been so sad without you, I need you with me. My mom just decided to bother me, and my dad left to pass out upstairs. My sister goes out of her way to piss me off and my friends are no where to be found. Thats why I have you. Or rather, you have me, since I'm so smitten. I'm quite depressed without you dream girl. No one ever decides to stay with me. They all leave me, and it makes me so sad. No one wants to love me and I don't know why. I'm so scared no one will love me again. There must be something wrong with me because I'm crying. I'm crying over me, and over you, because you're not here. I really don't want that much, it may sound like a lie but I don't. I wish someone would even hire an actor to pretend to love me, someone who would at least give me a hug when I need it, like right now. Sometimes I don't think I'd care if it wasn't real, I just need it so much. This is how junkies feel without heroin. It must ben thats as close as I can put it in words. You would only have to look at me, pathetic and lonely with streaming tears glistening on my cheeks. I feel it so very deep in me, at the fabric of my soul. Oh where are you my dream girl? I will love you. Ahh, I guess I shouold just check into MH and get it over with. That would be the sane choice. Thats ironic! The sane choice; checking into a mental institution. But I must go onward, tears and pain a thorn I must bear to keep a grasp onto my rosebud. Time. In time I will meet you, and the bud I clasp will bloom into a feverish haze of passion and delight. I will love, God willing. I live only for the day I find you, oh my dream girl.
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