close to my skin, i'm falling in, someone who's been.

it's such a waste to be wasted in the first place.

i'm drunk.
listening to you talk about seattle. and your chest surgery. and how jessica's going to drive you. she's such a good friend for you, with her connection to the queer community. sometimes i want to email her and tell her that she's awesome for being a good friend.
but it's not really my place is it?
it's not like i'm your girlfriend.
even thought tonight you talked about a fundraiser for your surgery, and how you need money, so i came in your bedroom and said, jaimes, if you need money you come to me, i won't have you not eating, espeically if you're going to get surgey i won't have it jaimes.

i love you.

and that's all that can be said.

i hate my job at the museum but i love the tips.
i have no idea where i'm going with my life.
and i'm lonely but i'm not.


i don't know what i am anymore.