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So we have ideals. For some people, they are clear and digital and obvious . In my case, they stick to my head and the insides of my ears and heart like a gluey fucking decoupage. It's really a mess in there.
I guess there's no one person, you know, but the scraps of people I've collected along the way don't even fit together cohesively. It's not so unusual for a girl to fall in love with cross-sexual aspects of different human beings. I am worried where the rest fits in. I worry worry worry because a) i am crazy and b) i might be alone forever; I can't decipher what the decoupage is telling me just yet.
With any luck, all this emotional shit will end up being cyclical and I can get on with it. But tonight my best friend here told me he might be leaving next semester. He is a boy. He is gay. And he can't leave because, I mean, we are supposed to be together forever.
So I've already started collecting his habits and smells in case he goes. It doesn't make any sense. I just found him. It doens't make any sense at all.
I guess there's no one person, you know, but the scraps of people I've collected along the way don't even fit together cohesively. It's not so unusual for a girl to fall in love with cross-sexual aspects of different human beings. I am worried where the rest fits in. I worry worry worry because a) i am crazy and b) i might be alone forever; I can't decipher what the decoupage is telling me just yet.
With any luck, all this emotional shit will end up being cyclical and I can get on with it. But tonight my best friend here told me he might be leaving next semester. He is a boy. He is gay. And he can't leave because, I mean, we are supposed to be together forever.
So I've already started collecting his habits and smells in case he goes. It doesn't make any sense. I just found him. It doens't make any sense at all.