Monthly Archives: May 2017

I’m sorry that I stare so obviously, so frequently, but I’ve been trying to understand exactly what you are and I think you’ve caught me in a eureka moment. I know you now. You’re Weird Girl. You like the creepy … Continue reading →

Well, I think I got it. I understand what you’ve been meaning to say. You don’t want me. I’m pretty clear on that now but no matter what you say, suggest or subtly insinuate, I firmly believe it wasn’t always … Continue reading →

Watching his pain that impotent frustration as he cries in the corner for no reason I can see is nagging, it’s a niggling feeling. There is something I can do for him I’m sure but I don’t know what. I … Continue reading →

I should probably just admit it: I’ve been having this whole secret relationship without you ever knowing. Yeah, it’s time to come clean. I’ve been pretty heavily involved with you without your permission. When we’ve been out late talking, drinking, … Continue reading →

A word of advice, padwan. The more you write anthems to your incompetence, the more evidence you provide to the world of your exact insufficiencies. You provide the haters clues, your enemies a code sheet, you offer all those who … Continue reading →

A kid said I touched her. I did not not intentionally not to my knowledge not at any point in the short time I had known her. I tried to imagine what she was referring to what she was thinking … Continue reading →

I’m gonna figure it out. I’m gonna find the hack. However long it takes I am going to get my hands on the cheat sheet to your heart. I’m gonna learn the secret language. I will figure out the special … Continue reading →

Love is dead and I am alone. I thought she liked me despite my being weird but I think it’s clear now that she tolerated me AND I am weird. I think I drank too much tonight in the hopes … Continue reading →

I don’t know if it’s the drugs or mid-grade paranoia or if it’s just my time of the month, but I’m getting the sense – my intuition tells me – that you’re sick of me or not thinking about me … Continue reading →

I guess I’ve been thinking of love as transactional hoping that I I have something material to offer I can be repaid in affection. I’m probably thinking this way because I can’t imagine anyone wanting me for me. I’m not … Continue reading →