Come Hither.

Superficial sighs.


I've a movie star crush on Michael Cera. They say habits die hard. I say, fetishes die harder. See, I like guys girls don't notice. That is a very vague description. I can elaborate, but only if I want to.





I had a dream, this one I feel the need to mention. I was happy for awhile and I stopped being scared and ashamed to say what's on my mind. But you thought I'd change after awhile and said you better treat me different or else... or else seems like a stupid fucking thing to say to someone like me.

But I realized then why we respond to the sound of the waves and the falling of rain and wind in the trees. Because they are meaningless. They are nothing to do with us. They are outside our control.


Well then, I better be going. Gonna find a coffeehouse to chill at. I've got colorings to catch up with. To kill time with, actually.


Bible study tonight, will be home late.


I was informed this awkward silence did not bother you.