septum piercing?
i keep telling myself
that if i had a boy…
a boy to talk to and to care about me and craddle me,
then maybe i could get my priorities straight. it’s an odd thought, but i am basically fiending for that comfort from a wonderful person who gets me and loves me.
i joke about it all the time with friends, but i really do want that special someone.
the funny part is that i’m sitting around waiting for him to come along, but we all know he won’t show up until i stop searching and i least expect it.
