Confined
I sit here and stare at the blank wall before me
No marks can be seen
The designs are just smooth, plain white
All colors have been drained
All lines have been erased
I stretch my hand and place its against the wall
No textures can be felt
The pads are just bland, soft cushions
All roughness has been sanded
All gaps have been patched
My hand is so pale now
Almost matching the color
Of this white padded room I call home
It smells too clean
It looks too blank, I think I'll give it some color
How does red sound?
I think red sounds nice
But where am I going to get the paint?
I don't need paint
I've got all the red I
Girlfriend Application.
Wats ur name??
Tabitha Cheyenne Douglas!!
How old are u??
14 bitches!!
How tall are u??
5'4
hair color??
Dark brown.
u got any tattoos??
Apparently, no...=[
u plan to get any??
Hellz yesh!!
piercings??
Five on my ear, and my bellybutton!
do ya drink??
Fuck yes I do!!
smoke??
Can't stand not to!!
if the moment was rite... would u kiss me??
Most deffinately!
would u mind if i just looked at ya n' smiled??
You can look, but ya can't touch!! haha ;)
wats ur perfect date???
I don't care. As long as I'm with certain people!! =] <3
how would u describe ur style of clothes??
I dress how ever the
I have noticed how much time I spend with him, how much I talk about him, how much I talk to him, and how much I think about him while I'm not with him. It seems that he takes up every second of my life. I like to do all these things, though. It seems wrong to have one certain person so involved in my life. It's not that I want to give any of it up, but sometimes if feels as if I should give up parts of it....