August 2010
“We didn’t have a stick of furniture. We would have picnics in the living room....”
Something that needs to be done.
I wish you knew how I truly feel about you. Ever since we first started talking back in December, I knew you were special. Through all the bullshit and issues you have, I deeply care about you. You talk about work, and I pretend it doesn’t bother me, when in fact it hurts tremendously. I will no longer allow myself to breakdown over the unknown. I need you to know how I feel. I need to know...
I've Come To Realize
That as time goes by, I am becoming more and more of a flaming homosexual.
