inferior

I'll never be able to save you like you've saved me.
I'll never be able to protect you from anything.
You make me feel like a man when you yelp my name in bed.
But I'm a dog when you turn back into a human again.

shouldn't have told you.

Now that I know you're going to be reading this, I don't know how often I'm going to post into it.
Because I have a journal, a physical one, with maybe only two or three entries in it, but I know you're not going to read that one so I'm not afraid to write it it. You're talking to me right now and I'm kind of ignoring you because I'm writing this, but that's okay. I'm not going to get to see you on Wednesday and I'm a little pissed off about that, it seems like every time we get going in the right direction, something else fucks with our path. I was looking at the pictures that I took of you while I was at your house the other day, and by the looks of things, you really wanted to give me head. I scrolled through them in chronological order and they tell a little story. I was going to post those, too
but I don't know how.
What I'm trying to say is that I kinda ruined this blog for you just by telling you what the address is. I'll end up changing it soon.