Yeah, That's Not Helping

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I feel like you understand me more than anyone else. Super gay thing to say but I really believe it. I'd go more in depth about that but I'm not sucking your dick

I don't know how to talk about it or who to talk about it with. Honestly I hope it'll just go away and if it doesn't I'll just pretend like it did

If only things were different.

Being vague in these really helps me it's like I understand what I'm venting about and it feels good to get it out and honestly it's usually something you can decode if you think hard enough but I'm content in knowing you probably can't

I'm kind of scared about my dreams taking a bad turn. They've been so lighthearted and cute and enjoyable but so easily could they go bad. Theyre so vivid it freaks me out. I hope they stay cute and happy. I'd have a million weird romantic dreams about my friends over one even half bad dream.

I hope you like these

Getting suuuuuuuuper back into a I Did Something Weird Last Night. I wonder what that means. I know it means something.

I really miss you and I don't know why. You're right there but I still miss you. Maybe I'm just really gay and sensitive these days. I just miss you

I think that's my current problem, I'm too sensitive. I have the urge to get soooo gay in these. I have the urge to tell you absolutely everything I'm thinking at any moment. But I know that I must limit myself. I'm not even thinking anything bad, just embarrassing. I don't know what I'm talking about. Just ignore this paragraph.

I need to sleep I'm so tired. I need to be held. I need to have my head rubbed. I need to have my forehead kissed. I just need to be loved. I need to be loved so bad. I just really really need to be loved. Why can't I just have that

Anyway that was emo. Waste of a good title man

Last night I dreamt
We did our laundry together
And we were singing the same song
While we folded our clothes
As I recall
You looked like total doofus
Which is pretty accurate
So I woke up feeling sad

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