I'm sure he exists i mean, another like you but for now you are the only one a strip of light on the carpet in my room, 30 minutes away on a good day without much traffic and i'm entirely horrified by how confused I am, my head is all mist and tangled string, my nose burns with all the tears i could cry but won't because I already have most of all there are parts of me screaming to be acknowledged, to let go of a hundred things and welcome something new but i don't know how i'm telling you i don't know how and nothing good comes for girls like me who are the way they are