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So here I am, in such an early hour Quietly making my way out of the shower. I can't sleep right now, and that's not a joke Of course, it is my fault, drinking all of that coke. So what am I doing here, typing away? Is this really how I'm to start my day? Staring at this screen, my fingers a blur Listening to the fans of my laptop purr? Maybe I should be out in the world, making something right Isn't that what people are meant to do? Fight the good fight? Answer me this, however, if you think that you are able; Who decides what is good? Who puts on that label? Surely there is not a being deemed to wear the laurels Who decides wha

I wonder what cuddling feels like. It seems really nice. I want cuddles.

Dear Future Partner, I won't be the first, nor will I be the last person to write something like this. Hell, this may be the most overused kind of letter in the world. Right now, however, that doesn't really matter to me; all that matters right now is me getting my point across. Truth be told, I may just be writing this to make myself feel better. On the other hand, maybe something good will come out of it. I'm writing this letter to you because I feel like you should have a fair warning about what you'd be getting into when being with someone like me. I'd also like to share with you what I feel is neccessary information. I've never been the