Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.

I didn't say I'm not gonna see you, I just told you that would be the last, little did I know that you miss me, you miss the feeling your chest touching mine and when our legs cross together, touching each other ever so lightly, arousing you, and my tattoo; for three times and I got the forth, you said the more you didn't get it those more you yearn for it and the feeling accumulate, then explode. Isn't it true? So so true.