Breathes underwater.
Drowns in air.
What of this magnificent, fragile creature.

Had a dream that I was pregnant. I was happy about it even though I was single and hadn’t seen the father in months (true in real life). But in my dream, when I told my friends who the father was, their reaction was, “Um..,do you really want to have his baby?” Then I started realizing who the guy was in real life (the literal motherfucker from the summer) and I started realizing I would have to abort the baby even though the baby was half mine because I could not in good conscience allow his gene pool to propagate. I was very serious about this in my dream.

When I woke up, I was really weirded out by the dream. I told Bohr about it at work and his first reaction was alarm. “You didn’t sleep with him did you?”

“No,” I said. “Even though I would normally lie if I did, I’m not lying about this. That’s something I’m really happy about.”

I don’t even want the idea of him inside me.

When who you are is enough in your own eyes, you won’t care if you’re enough in the eyes of others.