Bon Jovi

im at my nana's. im going to have car rides up the arse this weekend. drive home, drive to callen's drive to church drive home drive where ever else drive to omaha to lunch and back home again. but hey, itls for good reasons right? YES! now, i did something naughty this morning, and no callen, im not going to tell you, dont ask. i didnt cut myself if thats what ur thinking. i promise. you can search me. i feel sickly-like and such from it. callen, i know i can talk to you, but, you dont wanna know the things i think. i swear you wont. if you care for me at all and worry about my well being, youd freak and ask for me to have meds and a comfy room. we both know it. i get all crazy sometimes, ill come down from it soon. i know i will. maybe, if i get all trippy again, ill try to talk to you, but i might end up yelling and i couldnt stand the feeling of guilt afterwards. i know you've got problems, just like i do. maybe, not that im nosy or intruding or anything, but maybe we can really explain to each other our little mind-fuck ups. since both our minds hate us. i love you. and i know you love me. and, its weird, cuz you do everything perfectly. i want to thank you. and, i think you should read the lyrics to the song Id Die For You by Bon Jovi. youll like it. really. i promise. please read em. i love you. talk to you soon. loves.

..::Sweetcheeks::..