Home Sick

I am here at home, sick. Coughing like crazy, under house arrest. Not by the law, not by my dad, but by my boyfriend.

But I know why, it's because I am sick. I didn't get any rest last night. My throat hurts from all the coughing.

Rodriguez, Blue eyes, and Dani can confirm. . . . .

I'm just very very ill right now.

I love Slushie, I don't get to see him today... Sucks I know.


No juicy tidbits about him for you, except that he loves me and we are looking for matching rings.

CORRECTION: I am looking for Matching rings. Let's just say, I'm tired of people flirting with me. It's flattering but I don't enjoy it. Makes me wish I had a tattoo of a stop sign on my forehead.


I don't want to be approached, can't men tell the 'stop talking to me' language. Shutting people off, one word talk back.

There is no weakness on this fortress. Never have, never will.

Even when I am at my weakest (meaning sick).

Slushie keeps me strong.
He is my ball and chain, he keeps me grounded from flying. I do not want to fly, and if I do. I want him to come with me. I have always been afraid of flying up to the sky near space. I'm glad he holds my hand to keep me from floating.

You may not understand, but I don't like to think about space.

I am glad he saves me from my head popping. I use to dream about being Peter Pan, I want to stay down and I would grab the nearest hand outstretched to me. Never wanting to let go.


It's true I don't.