==> You strum a B major chord.
Sim: one baby to another says "i'm happy to have met you",
Sim: i don't care what you think unless it's about me
Sim: it's now my duty to completely drain you
Sim: travel through a tube and end up in your infection
You cringe a little, forgetting how gross that song was. You suppose most love songs are gross, just in a different way. You space out while you sing and imagine someone to sing to, sitting inches from you, eyes big and hungry and blazing. That’s when the blood rushes to your cheeks and it feels like a love song again. Kurt Cobain was a genius!
You used to have a girlfriend, in high school. She was taller than you, a whole lot prettier, and dealt with your bullshit without one complaint. You left her after Senior Prom, when you realized you liked boys. Last you heard, she was dating your friend Oren.
It’s not that you wouldn’t be able to find a boyfriend, you just haven’t gone looking. You try not to indulge yourself: it’s hard enough having your idea of who you are totally changed, and most of the men your age seem to have their shit together. It makes you feel scummy in comparison.
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