I think you know what time it is

it's time to get ill


I am sighing. I was all ready to do it, you know? Confession style, about how I know that the girls you look at are tall and bone skinny and ten years younger than we are, but that if you would consider a short, normal sized girl your own age then please tell me because I am in love with you and have been since you showed up in your Ramones t shirt. And that I know that you're a strange, strange man but that's cool because I am a strange girl and the reasons that I have trouble with this are the reasons that you have trouble with this, which is that people do not understand what our lives are like. Because after a while, living with a bunch of corpses makes us crazy.

I am almost certain that you would listen, and while I am not one hundred percent sure what your last name is, I enjoy almost hearing it from you. But I know that you are hoping for her. I know this, because she told me this while she was laughing at what an odd odd you are, and because I saw it, the hope. And I think that you should tell her, because maybe she did not mean that, because maybe you have another fall-in-love-with-me t shirt, and maybe she has noticed it.