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i think this would all go more smoothly if we weren't so fucking desperate. I'm peddling myself, my so-called originality and persona, for what? Fettered approval and open-ended questions. how differently things could have gone. I'm insecure, because I'm ataring to see what they see. Tardiness and over eagerness. My pride baulks --over-eager? He holds me like he might break me. I'd prefer he try do so. I see him and I wonder who in this world kisses the hardest, screws the hardest? Desperation. I wonder if it really is all the lonely people.