june fifteenth

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by athenifying

by athenifying

Dear Fat Cat,

So it's 3:31 a.m and it counts as the next day so I'm labelling this entry as June 15th. Anyway, the whole oh my gosh thing was because OLI SAID HE'S COMING OVER! He needed a friend because he has insomnia and he can't sleep and what do I wear do you think I'll look okay in PJs?

I'm pacing around, and I'm constantly chewing my pen because I'm so afraid that he won't like my humble abode(yes I said humble abode). I mean, it's probably nothing compared to his, because he said his has a sky-light and dark-blue curtains the color of the sky and glow-in-the-dark stars pasted on the walls, so he likes to turn off the lights and think that he's somewhere drifting into space with his dead mom.

Okay, mayeb that wasn't a very peachy thing to say--who says dead mom?!--now that I think of it, I'm just plain-rude.

THE DOORBELL.

IT'S RUNG

OH NO.

Hey Fat Cat, I really wish the world would open up a big hole for me to hide in because any sense of happiness that I felt has evaporated into thin air; Oliver's passed out on my couch behind me and he reeks of drink and the worst thing was that there's lipstick on his shirt-collar and he did this right after I told him I was gay.

What does that mean, Fat Cat? I feel liquid pooling in my eyeballs because it can only mean that he's trying to show to me that he's not gay, because males don't usually wear lipstick, even homosexual ones, like me, right? I mean, there's no reason to?

But honestly, I feel a little glad because at least it was a girl...not a guy,...

But then I feel sad all over again because that would mean he's straight and Jaxon and Oliver have no chance of happening.

I'm alone, Fat Cat, again.