Blurbs From My Brain

I love my boos.

"You're stupid."
"No, you're stupid."

What better way to fend off loneliness than to curl up into an oversized hoodie that doesn't belong to you?

"Why do you look so stressed out?"
"I'm not stressed out,"
"Oh right, you're mushy."

I'm happy that they're happy that I'm happy.

Boink Boink Boink Boink Boink.

We talked, we sang, we danced, we fought, we posed, we ate, we drank, we cuddled, we flirted, we laughed, we sighed, we listened, we understood, we kissed, we hugged, we reminisced, we were. Tonight, I lay under the stars, entangled with the ones I love the most.