I feel like Penelope, from The Odyssey. Waiting for a husband that I don't know if he'll ever come home. He's been gone for a few days, I've lost count how many... No calls. Just that damn note sitting on the table. On top of that, Julian's flipped his shit, so we have a psycho TKing teenager.
Fucking lovely.
Pixie got kicked out by Emma. Partially why I decided to stay mute when I wanted to talk to Miss Frost. I don't wanna risk ending up on my ass. I... I think I've forgotten how to stand on my own two feet.
But... To be honest? ...I kind of like it. A lot. But at the same time... I lack the feeling of being loved. I look at his picture, and I want to burst into tears... I miss the sound of his voice, and it's pissing me off. How it felt to be in his arms, the taste of his lips, his scent... God, I'm pathetic.
Oh, fuck. Phone's ringing. Gimme a few.
Eek~! That was him, he's on his way home and I am going to end this now! Expect an update tomorrow!
Love,
Mistress My
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