The truth of the situation is this:

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing with my life right now. I love Devon. I like Mitch. Devon loves me. I know it's true. Mitch says he loves me. I don't believe it. I don't want him to love me, either.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Did I actually cheat on Devon or am I just making a huge deal out of nothing?

STIX
.mate.feed.kill.repeat.
18 December 1992.
i do not capitalize when i write poetry.


Family.
Friends.
Mitch.
Boys.
Pretty girls.
A drug-free world.
Kisses on the forehead.
Slipknot, Metallica, & Mozart.
Hugs.
Touch&beTouched.
Love&beLoved.

shh, i'm always here for you.


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