then you can start to make it better.

each day makes it just a little harder for him to carry on. the days make it so that he doesn't quite know what is the past, the present, and what is the future. he can't quite distinguish between what is reality and what happens in his head. he's just fucking confused. after mixed signals and hoping so hard he doesn't remember what was real and what he managed to believe. he needs answers but he's terrified to even hint towards it. his sanity is about halfway past gone. he's trapped in the corners of his minds where things will somehow work out despite his insistence of doing fuck-all.

he has a bit of a thing for strong femme-y types. there's no doubt about the fact that femininity attracts him like nothing else, but it gets 10x stronger when a girl has a masculine side to her. even more if she knows what she wants and can take control. he gets weak around girls who can speak their minds and teach the world a little something every day. there's nothing like a girl that's the perfect amount shorter than him so that when he holds her close he can nuzzle into that space between her neck and shoulder.

the one thing he needs to stop doing is pretending he knows how to keep his heart from giving itself away to those beautiful females drifting through his life on the way to someplace way out of his league. every time it kills him and he can't stop himself from shutting down. he's too far gone again and there doesn't seem to be any time soon that he's letting go.

if he had to identify as something he'd have to make up his own label. he's a lezboisaurus-rex. a female-bodied agender gynosexual-polyromantic with male leanings. he feels at least 90% more comfortable identifying as cat than female. he would rather be called it than girl, boy, woman, man, etc. he has an obsession with all things rainbowed, halloween, or mindfucks of any kind. he would rather believe in meowsus than any god of an existing religion because he doesn't see how any of them could still be alive after all these years. he manages to pretend that a god figure is alive every once in a while, each time he comes to the conclution that any type of god out there is a sadistic bastard, but he'll keep trying to understand what all the hype is about. the only angels he believes in are cute girls he doesn't think could ever be real. so what would any of that sum up to in a label? exactly, lezboisaurus-rex. that is all.

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