why can’t you want me like the boys do?
They flirt. They kiss. They hug. They yearn. They look at each other as if no one else exists. But they’re not lovers.
I’m not crazy. I’m unique.
wait a minute this isn’t my homework
this is tumblr
how did this happen
What if I can, like, never be around her again?
Well, if you’re not dead, that could be a good thing.
I’d rather be dead.
You can expect a whole new tone and feel…