bionicfemme

She wrote me again to say she is sorry. I told her to never come back, and she did. But i'm not opening this door. I'm going to turn off all the lights and pretend i'm not home.

I will ignore the love I have for her, the strongest love I have ever felt for another human being in my entire life.

This is the time for one renegade Aries to charge forward and get new things accomplished. I want to establish this coffeeshop group, work for Girlfriends. Write a book. Do something, anything, to get away from the things about her that I hold precious in my head at night when I don't have her to hold in my arms instead.

I swear to God i'll jump.

I have never felt this out of control in my entire life. My emotions are rioting out of control, smashing the windows that are the eyes to my soul and spraypainting over previously occupied territories.

Back off. Back off. This occupied body is under Martial Law.

Combat training, Taekwondo, level 1. Fighting, fighting.

The lesbians on campus ignored me when I said hello to them again today.

I told my gay man friend, Ivan, that one day, I will rule this world. And I will hurl anyone who has ever looked down on me into a steaming pit, naked, where they will claw each other with their own nails just to raise their heads above the fog and breathe.

This must be how God feels.