Two Is Better Than One

Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you, and maybe two is better than one...
Lucifer.
Lucifer, is my friend. I love Lucifer.
Lucifer had this girlfriend, Shelby.
Shelby had no idea.
Me and Lucifer made out in a grocery store, and everytime we hung out after that for a couple of months.
Now Lucifer has a new girlfriend. I don't know her name.
Me and Lucifer had something special, even though we couldn't share it with others. It was our little secret.
Lucifer had a friend. His name was Carlise. I used to talk to Carlise, but we've lost touch.
I don't wanna talk about guys anymore. I think I'll tell you about my friends.

To them, I am Jellyfish. Jellyfish. Jelly-fish.
There's Hostess. She loves DingDong/Mitchell. He'll never know. O:
And then there's Snuzzle. I love her. She's hyper. Very hyper. She likes espresso. She's not allowed to have it anymore.
And Sunshine. Oh, how I love my dear Sunshine. Always happy, and sunny. ALWAYS.
And last, but not least, Mustang. Mustang had a cat in her boot today. Not a real cat, but a fake smallish cat. It was cute.

I feel as though Hostess needs her own little blurb out here:
I love Hostess. Also, she is ROSS.
Or, Dealer Ross Von Helson Aquaman.
We've been through it all. Okay, so thats a lie, but she knows me better than anyone. Besties since 6th grade. <3
If it wasn't for her, I'd probably be lost in this world, all alone, without anyone.
I LOVE YOU, HOSTESS.

I have so much that I would like to tell you, but it makes me feel vulnerable.
I want to be in control.
I AM NOT WEAK.
And then it comes back to Sam.
I hate Sam! And yet, I can't help but love him more.
Oh, Sam, how I love thee. I wish I could call you mine. I wish I could tell everyone that your heart belongs to me, and that it'll stay that way forever. I wish I could do all of this, but the sad truth is that Sam hates me.
Sam, if you're reading this, I love you, and I honestly mean it.
I miss Sam. He's constantly on my mind. I write him letters all the time, but then I throw them away.
He doesn't want to see them. I write out song lyrics that make me think of him, and then I wanna give them to him, but I keep them to myself, for fear that he won't understand it like I do.
I really wish that everything didn't come back to Sam. I bet everyone is sick and tired of hearing about Sam, because I know I am.
I don't get how without him physically in my life, he's still there in my head. ALWAYS.

Anyways, I must go now, for I have yet to start the English Project that was due earlier today. And I have a short extension.
-Megan<3