A Story About Context, Losing My Pants at a Nude Beach, and a Long Night of Facepalm
So, I call him, invite myself over, I am 18, I am perpetually torn and conflicted about this thing or another, the dude is neutral, and I can dry my clothes, what can possibly go wrong?
A Letter of Heartbreak
Last week, you were my baby. You are now some dude. I can stop talking to you in my head.
Unlove, f*ck off
There is nothing you can do to feed them, unless you want to die. Oh, fuck off.
Let's stay connected
Be a part of my inner circle.
No spam ever, and if you write to me, you will hear back.
Thanks, talk soon