Won’t you raise a child with me? Won’t you raise a child? We’ll call her Nebraska…Nebraska Jones. She’ll have your nose…just so you know.
“You going to church tomorrow?” “Maybe.” When did I crossover and when did this become acceptable. Try this as an 11 year old, not gonna happen. A few years later, anything is possible. Goddamn it. My how we’ve grown and the world is changing us.
I think that there is a certain solace in being alone, that you don’t have to worry about pleasing anyone else, and you can focus on yourself. I deeply enjoy those periods of introspection. But, I think that there is also a joy in sharing those deep personal secrets with others, be they friends or lovers. So it’s nice to be alone, but it’s nice to have other people, at the same time.
(Mrs. Timmins would kill me if she knew I was using this many commas)
Not gonna clean my room. Not gonna do my math assignment. Not gonna take a shower. Not gonna go through that again. Not gonna eat shit. Not gonna go through anything like that again. Not gonna be a fallback. Not gonna have a fallback. Not gonna sleep. Not gonna do anything productive and/or connected to the person I used to be. Nopesies. That ain’t me.
I could bet all of the riches that I ever had. Rushing through the night like a shock, babe. Would it be bad? Hey, you’re like a wildfire. You got me rising high. Your innocence is to blame. I’m Drowning out. Would you save me? It’s a crime. If you don’t. You inspire. By the throat. GOODNESS GRACIOUS I AM SO FUCKING CONTENT BEING ALONE I DIDN’T EVEN THINK THIS WAS POSSIBLE. I’M FEELING IT SO DEEPLY THAT I GET THE SHIVERS WONDERING IF I’LL EVER EVEN WANT TO FEEL CLOSE TO SOMEONE. Wondering if I’ll ever want to love deeply. Because I love myself so deeply that the idea of sharing seems CRAZY. THE IDEA OF SHARING THE LOVE THAT I GIVE MYSELF SEEMS UNETHICAL. Can’t believe I reached this point so early on. Thank you Lord Almighty. THANK JESUS.
You better keep your nosy nose away. Or it will be covered in shit. I promise you it will.
Is it sad that I love my job so much that I just wanna cuddle in the corner near the panda suit and eat rangoons all day while helping customers? Because I love my job that much. Yes. THAT much. I mean, look at this bunch? How could you not fall madly in love with these crazy folks? <3
Let us gather ourselves up into the madness of the world and be satisfied with who we are as ourselves. Let us scream sounds of joy to those who are in love with others and look in the mirror and say to ourselves that we, too, are in love. For I am in love. I smile to myself everyday, knowing that noone can love me like I love myself. I’ve tried the relationships out, I really have. And although those are great, my love alone is sufficient. It took me so long to get here. To a state of complete satisfaction beyond male anatomy and love letters. To a universe past heartbreak. But finally, I have arrived. And only God knows if I even want to go back. 
