I just love so much to be treated unfairly. I love being bitched at for the most ridiculous things, while my sister gets away with it. Your favoritism is so blatenly obvious, it’s sickening. And you wonder why me and Stephen are saving up for our own place. My sister is a complete pathetic failure, who can’t even use her body to make up the ladder because it’s so disgustingly worn out due to you just letting her go off and fuck whoever she can get her hands on. Great parenting there. It’s sick when a 16 year old girl is that worn out and disgusting already.
There are so many people around me with endless talents, with talents that far surpass the things I thought I was talented in. I just wish I weren’t so plain. I want to have something to feel superior about next to somebody, but there really isn’t anything. Nothing comes naturally to me, and it’s damned depressing.
Ugh, I’m so excited for my adorable lover to walk through the door so we can have an adorable nap-time. I love that man so much. I just think of that lame kids movie, Hotel Transylvania whenever I think about how completely perfect we are for eachother. I get that ZING. I’ve kissed a few people in my life, I’ve had sexual relations with other people in my life, but nothing felt as perfect as everything has with him. When you meet that person, you just get that feeling. Everything about you will just completely mush together. You feel like you’re truely one with this person. The first time we kissed was just perfect. I’d always felt really awkward kissing anyone else, but with him, our lips fit perfectly together, and it was the sweetest kiss I had and ever will have for my whole life. Our bodies fit perfectly together when we cuddle. The strange thing is, that we have nothing in common personality wise. Our lives and family are completely different. Yet we still work and love eachother. No matter what, everything with him will still feel like it’s new. I’m so excited for our anniversary coming up.<3 I’m 32 weeks pregnant starting this monday, and our little baby is going to be our anniversay present. He seriously just walked through the door. I love you, Stephen Robert Granville, and I always will. <3 Happy almost anniversay<3<3<3
P.S. I named this “Flat Mountain Dew” because I threw away my flat mountain dew from earlier when I started to type this. Completely unrelated to what I rambled about.