before :: after

p.s.

do you like how every time i seem to meet a new member of the male species, my mind spirals off into a bajillion possible scenarios under which we fall madly in love? yes, i make

up these stories to myself and sometimes write them down here because -God's honest truth- i am lonely, and

being untouchable and impereable only works 99.99% (slight overestimation) of the time. when it fails me, i come here and spew and indulge myself in the notions that

someone, somewhere, wants to be with me, and that their wanting is close, and real, and i not only know it but am its master. and i am winning, but i am

fighting only myself.