He writes like he breathes. Continously, incessantly, like his life depends on it. Too many words, too many thoughts popping up in his mind needing to be freed.
I can only imagine you being a chatterbox in real life, lively, sociable, with a high EQ, even though you yearn to say the most idiotic things (that would be hilarious to people like me) in public situations.
Were you the one that kept saying at the carnival, “If you hit the ballon with the dart, you can fuck me any way you want tonight” in my ear. *miss*.
“You can feel my mouth on your dildo tonight if you hit a balloon”. * miss*
“You can fuck me right here if you got it”. *miss*
“Jesus .. I’ll give you a hand job if you hit it”. *miss*
“I think we need to see other people”.
Are you that girl? That was a fun night.