She said write so I did
So I’ve made a friend at college. Maybe two. Vegan Sarah. She complimented me on my hair on Tuesday while I was waiting for my Geography of Oregon class. I ran into her again waiting. She complimented me again and I asked for her and I found out she’s majoring in Spanish and I let her know I’m majoring in English. She told me a joke “What did the bee say to the sushi? - Wasabi!” Her taking time to recognize me, compliment me and actually get to know me, actually made my day.
She dropped a piece of tissue off the stairwell I was sitting below. It was folded up withe a smiley face and inside was her name and number. Hopefully, she wasn’t flirting. She asked if she’d see me again on Tuesday and I said I would. It’s funny how when I told my dad my writing teacher was on crack he said, ‘Well yeah, she’s a writer.” I think writing is the most forceful act of humanity and art. I think there’s something to us that creates a separation, a subdivision within our species. Oh yeah. There’s this girl named Petra in my Geography of Oregon class and she’s super fascinating and kind. Maybe my mental illness is showing right now because I’m getting worried that people are just talking to me out of pity and obligation rather than sincerity and interest.
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I am sick, but it doesn’t show. Does that mean I’m not sick? Does that mean it’s in my head, but it already is. I miss you, love. I love you, baby boy. We are sometimes in love at inconvenient times. But with you, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I love you and that is your constant.
