Sunday

    nights

make me feel so stoic.

Is that Jesus Christ shining a little thoughtfulness into my night?

No.

I believe

It is the ritualistic

      Eating

Of a pound bag

of

Reese’s Pieces

That makes me feel

Like

I’m 

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I FEEL ABSOLUTELY BIBLICAL

to catch a predator is impossibly nail biting and so goddamn american, good thing i’m wearing my america boxers, yelling at my laptop YEAH, YOU GET THAT PERVERT, and then my always-disapproving boyfriend comes in on me to shake his head, and then for a split second i get kinda sad, but then Chris Hansen gets on the screen again and IDGAF about anythang

why is my newsfeed full of naked girls and pandas.. 

I miss sophomore year when I would get drunk and beat everyone at Apples to Apples.

Now I snuggle up at home at night, eat salad, go to bed at 11 and get excited when I get to take a bubble bath. Which makes me feel happy. But like an elderly lady.

I need to find a medium.

I feel so violated. I don’t mean to be so tell-all, but I was makin’ luv with my boyfriend, not straight up fucking, nothing perverted or loud, just beautiful and loving and positively cosy and innocent enough, when our neighbor friends knocked on our front door and told us a guy was outside of our window, taking pictures of us through the slits in our window blinds, and this old woman that lives upstairs chased him off. I just feel so disgusted, and upset, and it’s stupid I can’t stop crying, but I am just so fucking utterly speechless at how goddamn disgusting people are. Invasion of privacy is such a threat to me. 

Amir’s Acronym for Sienna

(He wrote this and told me to save it for his book of poetry)