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For a second I thought I found an old bag of trail mix in one of the cupboards, but it was Potpourri. I can't believe I almost ate it, I was so hungry.
Nothing new going on. Heavy rain, hail again. Haseo even came back, which is great. I can't stop thinking about what would happen if we all started going on home. Would we like that, or really want to come back to this? I think it will be different for everyone. Here is Discedo might be better for some of us, and not for others.
What do I miss about my world?
Nothing much at all.
Why can't I stop thinking about that?
I must be making friends. I don't know if I can stand this or not, and the fact that I just give into it. Because something in time is bound to grab a hold and ruin this for me. Discedo is better than my world, better than being on Jupiter; a planet only good for gay one nightstands, drinking, and getting mugged.
I feel sick on and off but I'm not dying. I don't feel my entire body failing me each day, and I'm not coughing up blood. I want to thank the scientists for that, but I was already dead. I still have this nagging voice in the back of my head telling me to not get my hopes up high. Life has always turned around and taken it all away from me before.
Leon's been a great friend, and I enjoy the occasional roll in the hay, but for some reason it all changed the other day. The whole time we sat around and talked he was should I even use the next word?) cuddly. Not that I mind, I can't even remember the last time I had that kind of genuine human contact out of choice and not force. But I have to wonder, why is he still sleeping with me when I am half a man? Leon was, or at least he said, straight. And even gave that aura off. He doesn't have to be doing this with me, so what is his problem?
I even believed all his cheesy lines, and when he told me he would never let me die. I can't remember the exact words, but it was something so deep I actually believed them, and let the words get to my heart. Right. No one has ever said something that caring and meaningful to me before. What the hell is wrong with that cop? When I step back and think about it I want to yell at him and say 'stop fucking around', because how much does he really mean it? If I get sick again and die from that he can't stop it.
Should I be touched or angry, I can't even tell. This was supposed to be just for a 'good time'.
Nothing new going on. Heavy rain, hail again. Haseo even came back, which is great. I can't stop thinking about what would happen if we all started going on home. Would we like that, or really want to come back to this? I think it will be different for everyone. Here is Discedo might be better for some of us, and not for others.
What do I miss about my world?
Nothing much at all.
Why can't I stop thinking about that?
I must be making friends. I don't know if I can stand this or not, and the fact that I just give into it. Because something in time is bound to grab a hold and ruin this for me. Discedo is better than my world, better than being on Jupiter; a planet only good for gay one nightstands, drinking, and getting mugged.
I feel sick on and off but I'm not dying. I don't feel my entire body failing me each day, and I'm not coughing up blood. I want to thank the scientists for that, but I was already dead. I still have this nagging voice in the back of my head telling me to not get my hopes up high. Life has always turned around and taken it all away from me before.
Leon's been a great friend, and I enjoy the occasional roll in the hay, but for some reason it all changed the other day. The whole time we sat around and talked he was should I even use the next word?) cuddly. Not that I mind, I can't even remember the last time I had that kind of genuine human contact out of choice and not force. But I have to wonder, why is he still sleeping with me when I am half a man? Leon was, or at least he said, straight. And even gave that aura off. He doesn't have to be doing this with me, so what is his problem?
I even believed all his cheesy lines, and when he told me he would never let me die. I can't remember the exact words, but it was something so deep I actually believed them, and let the words get to my heart. Right. No one has ever said something that caring and meaningful to me before. What the hell is wrong with that cop? When I step back and think about it I want to yell at him and say 'stop fucking around', because how much does he really mean it? If I get sick again and die from that he can't stop it.
Should I be touched or angry, I can't even tell. This was supposed to be just for a 'good time'.