Still won’t give out my number or take a number. Needed some positive reinforcement, so texted B to let him know how good I’ve been, but he was too drunk to care.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.