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Earlier, as I was listening to some music and eating after midnight, a voice in my head was screaming “DONT TAKE A PICTURE OF ME!!!”
The feeling, the idea was that the voice belonged to you, but you know if you wanted to talk to me, you would, and you’d have every avenue to do so.
You have my email.
My phone number.
Maybe you’ve even saved my address.
That link goes to an Instagram video about what “love” is, and how it’s evolved in the year 2026.
Truth be told I’m not sure I’m made for love in the year of our lord 2026.
Polyamory, Aromantics, even traditional dating for marriage, I’m just kind of sick of all of it.
I want to be hot, have hot friends, and we fuck each other once in a while.
That’s as baseline as I can get I think, and I’m not hot right now, at least I don’t think so, so it’s just me and my hands making the most of it lmao.
I don’t know why my psychosis is still so focused on you.
I know for a fact we’d have to feel each other out before we did anything together again.
And even in the scenario where I blindly accept you coming back into my life, after that brief honeymoon phase I know I’m asking probing questions to figure out what the fuck you’re doing back on my side of the world.
You’d be on my side, because I’d get arrested on your side. Maybe. It’s been a while but I doubt the police trust me. I don’t trust me.
And when I say that I don’t mean I would want to stalk you to hurt you. I really just wanted to talk.
I bought chocolates and everything!
But maybe they weren’t chocolates you’d like…
Anyway, that’s in the past.
I have to worry about the present.
And hopefully, I can look forward to my future.