in which a gorgeous lesbian is flirting with me.
Sometimes I feel useless in hell,
and then sometimes I feel killer confidence.
Is it normal
to go from
loving your life
to hating your life
in a single evening?
She reads this wildly silly blog, too,
so you're not the only you
doing what you do,
having one heart divided into two,
and never knowing what is through.
No one said life was supposed to be easy,
but I'm getting tired.
And tomorrow, I may
be smiling ear to ear like a distracted toerag.