(17/11/2021)day 35:
I say I don't have time to draw in my sketchbooks and make paintings for my mom and yet I managed to draw two frogs for you.
Blessed be the mystery of love.
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What the fuck was I thinking?
You're so gay, you can never like me, you can never like a girl.
I could abuse my confusion with my identity and say that I want to be a man so you'd consider me at least, but something tells me you don't like what's between my legs and that's the whole problem.
God I'm so stupid, so fucking stupid.
What was I thinking?
You and I?
You are too good for me.
I even drew you two stupid frogs.
I'm sorry none of this is your fault, I guess I'm a little heartbroken at the moment, but it's alright.
Fuck, just as I was thinking of how cute we would be together too.
