It's not linear. I'm not linear. We're not linear. I don't know what is what except that it is it. All of it is everything and nothing is something and everything is nothing. He's a sharp sharp sharp a C sharp, the boy who asked me about google forms. He's muted I don't like his stripes they're too no and it's a dislike. But this is the bowling club boy.
I'm not google forms or bowling club, I'm a lack thereof or a hitherto and a therefor and a stop. No. Stop. I can't figure it out. I can't convey it. I'm nervous, a yellow green red, but I can't stop sharing and it's not magenta but it's the only thing I can think of. It's not good not good not good my 3 3 3's to the 9 9 9's and I sound crazy I might be crazy. People romanticize crazy until it actually becomes crazy. And at a certain point the crazy nullifies all the not-crazy and I become a not-crazy crazy craziness. And I'm more than that I'm more but I don't know how to convey I just need to use my words and I want to use my words I want to express things more linear sometimes but I can't can't can't stop myself. I know it's bad it's bad it's bad but I'm not able to stop and my inability to stop will make him stop stop stop and distance distance distance. And I don't want that I really like him I really like him I really like him. I'm disappointed in him but he's more than that I want to think he's more than that. Not more than my disappointment, that's innate. But he's more than all the disappointing things. Distrust distrust distrust. Trust, but trust, no trust.
He's a 44 or a 46 maybe or a 4 4 4 6 but that's a 9 3 3 3 - 3 3 3 9 and I wish he understood, God, I wish he understood. Purple blue, no only one he said, only one he said, only one he said, indigo. No bright red, not a bright red, dislikes bright red. I stopped with the bright red.
Red means stop and I stopped the bright red ha.
But yes he is an indigo indigo indigo and a 44 a 46 a hug of a number and I really want a hug from him. I can't convey my 79 E minor sunset orange but purple yellow yes in that order and I want him to know I want him to make the own connections.
My hands feel sticky they feel bad sticky I don't like it but I don't want the water either I can't handle the green brown orange but the cold F sharp colorless bright color makes me feel teal but a bad teal. There's a cut on my finger and I don't know how it's there or when it came. Oh wait, I think maybe I did it on accident when I was pulling on the knuckle skin to distract from the pain on the tips of my fingers. It's a silver kind of pain but not silver I don't know it's jut a kind of silver maybe temporarily. I think I think it's silver because it's from my silver guitar strings. I played my guitar this morning and it really hurt my fingers I don't know why I pressed so hard or if it was just the angle. Helen Helen Helen was Helen even her name? Callouses she said, you do it for callouses. Well I don't have callouses and making callouses hurts. Callouses not quite, callous Helen didn't care for my callousless callousness.
The bell rang and I think it's time to stop, time to stop, time to stop, time to stop, time to stop. Rhythm I like typing it's relaxing I don't want to go to my next class it makes me bad the color H. There's Ryland I want how do I ask for the he's not going to no please stop. He's gone I'm gone I'm going.
