Loving him like I'm fucking twelve and learning the whole of life from a smiley magazine. I love like a fool, like a Z grade off-brand romantic comedy, a loon in too much makeup saying things in an awkward script to a handsome man with his own canceled comedy show. I'm not a romantic, I'm a half wit. Only stupid people would think I'm smart. I'm not something anyone should know. I'm a lunatic wandering around for scraps, I'm like every single miserable moron I've scorned and pretended I didn't recognize. I'm all of them. Every last ugly thing in a bad last minute costume. I'm not special, not at all, not any more special than any other speck of a thing. I'm a blemished blemish, a ruined ruin, a stained wreck so failed I can't see what I used to be. I'm nothing, not single thing. The only particle I had, the only tiny thing raising me up, is that I was your boyfriend, loved by your for like ten seconds, and who cares, so what, and not anymore so how embarrassing for me. How wrong to think I was anyone else,like thinking grass stains make you a beautiful view, like getting kissed makes you kissable, like feeling warm makes you coffee, like liking to cook makes you a chef. How utterly incorrect to think in any other way, a boy smiling means it, a gentle moment is a life improved. It's not, it isn't, it's catastrophic to think so.
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It's Fucking Hunter
DiversosHi Idk Im Hunter. Obviously And this is just random stuff that happened throughout my day starting at the beginning of the school year. Yeh. That's it. I'll probably be vague most of the time. But Yeah
