Sacha. Hayley.
Fifteen. Jonas is the sex.
Brendon Urie turns me on.
I can be such a poet at times.
DESIRES
A fucking Gibson SG Standard.
An exact replica of Nicholas Jerry Jonas. [I accept the actual person too.]
A voice like Demi Lovato's.
My ten cent coin I dropped in the drain.
It's amazing how easy it is to forgive a stranger but it would just kill us to forgive a loved one. And even if we do, the hurt never seems to ease. It leaves a mark. And then there are times when you're not doing the forgiving but the hurting. It doesn't make much difference does it? Either way, you're hurt. But then the phrase 'forgive and forget' comes to mind. And you ask yourself 'how the heck am I suppose to do that when the pain is just too deep?'