Red Ribbon

I feel light.
Oh, so light.

Donating blood wasn't as vividly painful or scary as I'd hoped it would be.
They took every single measure to buffer and censor the process.
So, even though it was blood seeping from my arm, it felt normal, passe.
I don't know if I'll go again. If I do, it will be as a duty instead of a game.

oh

and

I drew a bug-eyed girl while my blood was being drawn.





"I promise you eternal ligature."






Listening to - Medicate, A.F.I.

Give In?

Oh, abstain. Focus...it's not a sin.

"We do o'er sugar the devil himself."






Listening to - Mute, Blaqk Audio.

My Intimate is No One

A classmate of mine thinks it's odd that I don't have a girlfriend.
And that I'm not looking to have one.

It's just that I don't think I'm ready to manage even a half
decent relationship. There's just too many things to deal with
when it comes to that. I just prefer to live in my head.

And also, I value my freedom. More than others do...if I
didn't need to make friends or have siblings and parents,
I would be happy to go without...but I do need these people
and for these lovely motherfuckers, I cede my freedom...
but not for a girlfriend...not if I can help it.





"Dress in my usual: shirt, pants, pretense."






Listening to - ...But Home is Nowhere, A.F.I.



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