With you

I'm eating because I'm not smoking.

I don't want to eat, but I don't want to smoke.

I don't know what to do.

I don't want to gain. It's so hard. I wish I had someone who knew what I was going through right in my town.

My sister triggers. Certain foods trigger. I have no control. I am upset. My sister is home. I wish I was at work.

Hey you, you're cute, and you make me happy. I wish we didn't fight so much though. I miss you.

I'm not unique or witty.
I'm not cunning or smart.
I'm not drop dead gorgeous or absolutely hilarious.
I'm just me.

And you love me. This makes me feel good and I don't want that to go away. I wish you wouldn't doubt this though, it makes me feel crappy.


My mouth is numb and I don't want that to be the only thing.

mami scream papi no mas

you make me happy... yes we quarrel a lot, but you make me happy. I miss you as you're driving away.



aaaahhh =O