being a system is so fucking dumb, because i never think about how old i am until i realize it's been like two years, and you're 23 now. i hate you, die. why are you getting older? and why are you getting older with me. that's so fucked up.
i'm hopelessly in love with you, really no good reason to explain it either. i find myself expecting your company, then i get upset when it gets tampered with. could be my ocd, or my autism, but i think it's because i love you. did we really get here together? i mean, in 2024.. it's weird, it's felt like no time has passed. yet, i love you just as much as when we had our first conversation and you argued with me for a while. sometimes i doubt my existence, i mean, plurality is like getting shot in the foot, then someone asks you to walk on it.. but everyday that i think about you, the love you've shown even when i'm being a bitch. i don't know. it's almost like it brings me back to the moment. this is all more than real, it's my life, i wouldn't have it any other way. i mean, yeah, i have to share a body with like 50 some people, but you? you're the reason i don't put up a fight anymore. hopefully no one opens this fucking page and sees this shit, i'll kill myself.
i love you heath, you're perfect.

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Pub: 03 Jun 2023 02:36 UTC

Edit: 05 Apr 2026 16:10 UTC

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