Truly hate taking photos.
The Complexity of Corn and You.
I was trying to find an analogy to use to describe my love(?) for you. And Aha! - Corn. I don’t eat corn, the mere thought of corn is repulsive. Don’t get me wrong. It taste REALLY good, but the fact that it can’t be digested and just goes through your body and out in tack, in your shit, makes me sick. Weird, I know, whatever. It lacks nutrition, and importance to the human body. Aside from the taste you savior for about 30 seconds, its useless. Well that’s you. [Sidebar] Wow I just read that back and that seems really harsh, Lmao. But yeah, the thought of a me and you makes me panic! Not sick or disgusted but panic. Like mini strokes all up and down the left side of my body. Panic ATTACKS! So I reject you, like corn. And by reject I mean I don’t proceed to go any further with you than where we are. I don’t think too much into it. But I love you in the moment. When we talk and chill, laugh or just sit in silence. I like that. Our moments. But that’s all I think they’d be. I can’t see us having anything other than moments, brief moments. Random, brief, unconventional, confusing moments. I love you like corn kid. In the moment for the brief 30 seconds of taste. But that’s it.
I don’t eat corn anymore.
Trying to see how long I can go without having sex. ^_^
Day 7 .
I Loved you punk ass! That’s all I wanted to tell you.
Sorry I never showed it. But yeah …