Itch by Angela Thomas and then there's the damn itch. I'm not trying to tie myself down to anyone right now. I don't want a whirlwind love affair in only a week to end in me married, you happy because I'm pregnant, and inside, I'd just have to be a big fat liar. I'm so young, too young to write about anything but love and why life is screwing me over, but my mind is starting to change the way the synapses connect and the thoughts that they produce. I'm sick of men as itches. I'm sick of them getting under my skin and making me draw up my hand to forcefully remove them. I don't want you to be in love with me. If you are, then you are the one with more boxes full of hidden mindfalls than I could ever harbour. Does anyone have any benadryl? I have an itch. 08/01/2004 Posted on 08/01/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)