“Congratulations,” I thought, “Everyone likes you for who you are.”
I woke up with a large stye in my eye.
At the hospital, a woman talked to me for fifteen minutes about her sick aunt.
She said, “It feels like she’s getting worse everyday. It’s so difficult.”
“Imagine how she must feel,” I said.
In the doctor’s room, the nurse asked me if my dick was in good health.
“I wish I was taller,” I thought.
Later, I hugged you for a very, very long time.
“What do you think of my facial hair?” I asked, “I haven’t shaved in a week.”
“Peach fuzz,” you said.
“Do I look manly?”
You laughed, “It’s gross. And facial hair doesn’t make you a man.”
Outside, you looked at my eye and asked what was wrong with it.
“Side effect from just liking you so much,” I said.
You looked at me and said, “Okay.”
I imagined how you would look with shorter hair.
You said something about your ex-boyfriend.
I wondered if fighting him would impress you.
I woke up the next day with the stye gone.
You were sleeping next to me.
I said, “I have something to tell you.”
You opened your eyes.
“I don’t want this to ruin our friendship, but I want to be honest with you.”
“Okay,” you said.
“I like you a lot, but I want to be more than friends. Because I think you’re cute.”
“And I want to go out with you,” I said.
“I don’t know if I can handle a relationship right now,” you said.
“It will be hard but I think it will work out. I want you to go on a date with me.”
“Okay,” she said, “but lets take things slow.”
“We can go to a movie,” I said.
“Then we can get dinner,” I said.
“Then we can go back home and I’ll, I don’t know, fuck your brains out, I guess.”
You said, “I love you.”
I remembered that time when I asked you to tie my shoe for me and you did.
I thought that was funny.
Later that day, we formed a suicide pact
“Okay, what is that?”
“We need to kill ourselves together,” I said, “It’ll be romantic.”
“Okay, I guess we can do that.”
“I want to hug you,” I said.
“Then hug me.”
“No,” I said, “I change my mind.”
I didn’t hug you.
We haven’t spoken since August.
I ate a sandwich alone at Subway and felt just fine.
“I have this many friends,” I thought and stared at my hand.
Today, I cut myself shaving and it didn’t stop bleeding until 4PM.
Outside, It was partly cloudy.
“Things I like. . .” I thought without finishing the sentence.
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