have you seen the little piggies -not-

It's weird, but I feel like I hardly know her anymore.

I don't know her expressions, I don't recognize her people.

It's sad. Real sad.

And then there's the new friends.

New, awesome, smart, funny, perfect, in love with a friend of mine new friends.

How swell. (easy there, honey bun, off limits)

And then there's the slightly less new friends

who seem amazing. And who apparently likes to keep me waiting.

And mixed signals. And I'm so fucking horrible at this.

And then there's the always wonderful him.

Doing the same old things. Wonderful and not so much.

And then there's the nausea. And the shivering. And the soared body.

And the mass media-created panic.

And then there's the longings. And how much I fucking hate him.