You should see how gay all the pieces I write. So gay that I stuff them in notebooks and journals, folded nicely and crisply. Or the better ones (the considerably better ones), are hidden inside my laptop for no one to read. They're so gay that I feel like I purposely put them in the closet to never come out. They're forever to be closeted homosexuals because it makes me feel better. Sometimes I take the time to reread some shit and become astonished that I wrote them once upon a time. Like I never know who the hell I am. Tight.
I have to go to work now.
