My true love has voices in her head too, that, from time to time, give different thematic accents to spoken phrases in spastic outbursts because it sounds funny. And you have to be jaded about the world and smoke lots of weed, but keep it real and keep it chill. We both agree we are
Feminists and we both acknowledge what’s we have in the dichotomy of our society’s expectation of us and how we break that bond. Love between us is that we stick out for each other and do stuff because sometimes, damnit, we’re good at it. And sometimes, damnit, we’ll clean the dishes together, tag team, service industry style, and we’ll FYCKING rock at it. We take pride in what we have gone through to be here, and you have to just wanna care about me I guess. I dunno. I don’t know if I want that. I really don’t now that I have other feelings. I think, maybe, I’m just better on my own. And maybe, maybe, that’ll be okay. It’ll be hard, but I just, I don’t know. It makes me cry thinking that someone could love me. Because right now, right now there is no love in my life. And I feel that someone might come along and abuse that , because , well, in the absence of necessary resources, functions stop to produce energy, which is to say that, someone might take advantage of my position of vulnerability by lack of any other presently good available options for them to choose from, them of which refers to me. I guess. I guess I just, I don’t know how to feel about it. It’s weird, but I’m just so FYCKING ambivalent about these things.
Well, all in a day and all in good time, I guess for now I bed we all adieu, and wish ourselves sweet dreams. May we wonder boldly about our futures and try to reconcile our demons before they manifest into disturbances. Good night all. See you tomorrow.