I don’t think I can be alone much longer. I looked at mail order bride web sites this week. I got high 5 days in a row and did almost no work. I did it again tonight knowing I have to be on full personality for Saturday adventures tomorrow.
I’m calling out to the world to find me, but from inside my head.
I want to be found, so that I am not forced to self promote. I only recently got from self hate to a state of confidence and pride, but I’m not confident enough to promote myself.
I wait for the Sadie Hawkins dance of life.
I wish I could wear a t shirt that says pick me. I’ll be a fantastic boyfriend.
