Cathy's POV
I don't care who likes who. As far as I know I don't care as long as they don't hurt me. I don't know if there is a title for that. Is there a title for that? I'm just gonna google it. 'Pansexual' Is that what I am? Should I just write about it? Yeah I should.
What is this feeling? Who am I? When am I me if I'm out of reach? How do I know? When do I know? Did I get hurt? Am I okay? Is everyone else okay? When is someone okay? Why am I me? Is there something wrong with me? Is there something wrong in the world? Is
Shit Anne just walked in.
Anne: Watcha writing?
Me: Nothing
Anne: Come on you gotta be writing something
Me:n-no
Anne: You ok?
Me: y-yeah
Anne: no you're not what's up
Me: I'm f-fine
Anne: You're never like this.
Me: ok
Anne: Catherine what is wrong?
Me: Me.
Anne: Aww you wanna tell me why
I sit next to her
Me: I'm just fucking confused
Anne: about what
Me: I just I don't I can't figure out what I fucking want
Anne: what do you mean
Me: I'm just I don't know what I am. I just don't care.
Anne: shhh you're ok do you wanna lay down?
Me: yeah
Anne: Do you want me to stay?
Me: please
Anne:ok
We just sat there for what felt like an hour.
Anne: Can you please tell me what you're confused about?
Me: who I love...
Anne: yanno you don't need a title
Me: I know I just... I feel like there are words to my feelings now.
Anne: well there might be do you mind explaining
Me: I don't care what you are as long as you don't hurt me
Anne: I would think pan is the closest thing
Me: ok I thank you
Anne: of course
Anne: it's late go to sleep
Me: fine
Sunscreen bitches
