Week 11, Day 1

you’re completely impossible to be friends with.
for one, you’re hopeless at conversation. we can’t seem to talk about anything intelligible, just q-tips and birds. when you kissed me, i was relieved. after that, we didn’t have to worry about talking as much.
second, i still like you more than i should. i look at your pictures, and think you look stupid, but in a cute sorta way. i can’t just think, “wow, you look douchey”. nope, i think “wow, you look douchey, and it’s completely adorable”.
and the last, and most important reason:
i don’t want to just be friends with you.
i’m an all or nothing type of girl,
and when it comes to you,
i want it all.

the story of kaitlyn’s girl is coming along nicely.
ten chapters written, nine chapters posted.
she has so much to say.

this morning, i saw my therapist.
we did an activity to help me
“reconnect with my inner child.”

i fucking miss those days.

i don’t know why,
but i curse a lot more now.

i blame the booze.

so many fucking words,
not half enough space to put them in.