02.

October 22, 2009

i am having (silly, preposterous) anxiety thoughts about The Boy I Like (the Boy) catching me scribbling in my notebook and somehow, awkwardly, A PROPOS OF NOTHING previously said in this imaginary conversation, announcing that he cannot possibly read my (stupid, pathetic, ANONYMOUS) blog because he is in it. somehow, this is what is going to ruin our (nonexistent, not-even-nascent) relationship.

jesus, mary and joseph and all the dour saints in heaven wept. i am that batshit crazy.

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