I finally talked to you, isn't that fantastic. We made a kind of deal, and I know if I mess this up I'm messing this up forever. I am teetering on some sort of aquaintencship here, and am hoping you are seeing it the same way I am. I am seeing you soon, and that is good. The last time I saw you, you wouldn't look me in the eye, I don't think you acnowlaged I was there, but now maybe we have something forbidden in common, so maybe that will tie us to each other to some degree. It is 2:11 in the morning and my anxiety is keeping me awake. I told you I would sleep hours ago. Why did you post for the first time in weeks right after we talked- why did it have something to do with what we spoke about. Am I bad news for you? Am I bringing up bad memories? I'm sorry, all I want is your friendship, maybe more. But now there is only one way I know how to achieve that.
YOU ARE READING
Rant
SachbücherHow I am is simple really. Who I am- even more so. 'You' is keeping this anonymous. I speak about many people here, people of various genders, and relation to me.
