Rants

Percy Jackson

So.
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I recently found out on a service learning trip that I'm demisexual.

This means two things.

Numéro uno.
I have the curse of falling in love with my close friends. If you have ever liked a friend that didn't reciprocate your feelings, you know it hurts more than normal rejection. Doesn't matter the gender. I like personalities and that's that.

Numéro dos.
I tell my friends that I sexually identify as Percy Jackson. (The slang for demisexual is demi and Percy's a demi god)

Anywho, that means I have painfully obvious crushes on friends.

A certain prophet by the name of Geno has shipped me with my latest interest, a blue haired firecracker who is scarily flexible. The ship name is Chrome, which is a cool ass name.

I know Alex (a nickname) won't feel the same though. It's saddening because the part of me that hasn't felt the pain of rejection yet wants to think that she'll feel the same, that I should tell her, but I know she doesn't like me like that so this year, to spare the rejection, I'll keep my damned trap shut. I'll repress it, yup! And before I start crying, let's rap this shit up.

I have a chorus concert to get ready for and I'm a top level procrastinator so I better get going on that.

P.S. I just realized that, in my house, we just have razor blades laying around in my garage. That's unsafe for a person like me with steadily decreasing mental health and serial-killer like knowledge of major arteries.

So as I muster up the courage to press that Publish button...
I bid to you,
dear reader,
farewell.