Wendy’s my X, but I can’t stop think about her.

I saw you on my the way to work again and even though I know it is over between us, I still think of you.  Your red hair was twisted and bound the way I like the most.  I was afraid you would notice me, so I arranged my face into an air of frosty […]

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Isn’t this fetching?

I want to be like this cat. Doing things that matter, even if they don’t make sense to anyone else.

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