I'm sitting on my bed and there's noisy rock n' roll playing in the living room. My white kitty is at the foot of the bed and I think he knows I feel sad. He's lost some weight and I keep telling him that I'm not going to let us starve to death. The service industry is for suckers. I won't mind if I never have to say, "what can I get for you?"
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I know i would just kill one. Or something
would clog its intestines on the second
day of my owning it. Or it would just not
love me at all.
You. I need you. We are both struggling.
If we were together, we would struggle less.
We should really both move north simultaneously.
I can't tell you how amazing it really would
be to know you. Maybe we could live next door to
one another. Or um, down the block. Like a little
bicycle ride away. If you wanted to live alone still
and what not, like i might? I haven't any clue.
I just know i need you.
I hate asking the inevitable "What would you like?
Room for cream? whole milk okay? oh, an extra shot?"
like give ME an extra shot, sometimes? I don't know.
It's scary to look for a job and not feel like anything's
around and it's all shit. I was convinced for most of life
that that's all there was. And then i'm still convinced.
Anyway, i love you. More than anyone ever, and i identify
with you over all the other shmoes ive ever met, amanda.
Thanks for loving me back. Please move into my pants. imean
Please let's move away and do something ellllllllllseeee
god i sound convincing
im really just scared
love u
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