Someday, perhaps I'll make something of myself. Until then, I blog.
But I’ll keep coming back…
|Step one:||Place a box in an open field propped up with a stick. Attach a string to the stick. Much like cats, bisexuals are drawn to boxes and in some cases, this will be enough.|
|Step two:||Under the box place a pile of glitter and a boombox playing Fall Out Boy's Dance Dance. Bisexuals feed on glitter and will find it irresistible. Dance Dance is, as everybody knows, the mating call of the bisexual.|
|Step three:||Wait patiently and be ready to pull the string when the bisexual draws near.|
|Step four:||Be sure to feed your new bisexual lots of glitter and give it fresh water daily.|
Riddle me this, non existent reader.
The girl lays with her head on my lap today, lets me stroke my fingers up and down her neck, sighs and finds excuses to touch my leg, my arm, rest her cheek against my shoulder…
But she’ll go out, get drunk and make out with people from her drama group.
I tell her I love her multiple times a day. She makes my stomach flip, and goddamn it I know it she’s just scared.
If she would just let go, and stop worrying about what she could lose, but think about what she could gain…
If she just would.
My depression is terrible at the moment so this really doesn’t help. Starting to wonder if she realises at all how this affects me- but then I hardly talk to anyone about how bad it is, so how would she know?