i told you everything to prove to you that you aren't that fucked up and i honestly expected you to run away or at least want to. but you didn't go anywhere and you said you didn't want to. we aren't normal. we can talk about your issues later, we don't have to talk about them now. you'll open up given enough time. if all of my instincts are still operating within the realm of sanity i believe this could be really good. and i like that the bar wasn't your scene and that you fucking can't stand my couch. because i have shit like this to think about work doesn't seem so bad these days i just walk around with this fucked up grin on my face and everyone probably assumes i'm high or some shit. this level of cute and strange should be illegal. i have errands to run, will write more later. one more thing. thanks for setting the clock on my oven, you are so strange. 
-TM