she tells me it’s more and then says it’s not an issue.
(don’t feed the attention starved)
I make up my own, albeit simple, language and I dare to feel a bit clever.
he insults it.
this is what life has taught me so far about friendship: they want to be your friend so they can date &/or fuck you.
some would take that as a compliment but me….
it just makes me angry.
and then depressed.
and no one wants to talk about it.