just leave me.

he can't make up his mind about what he wants. or even what he feels. he knows that they both give him butterflies like he's only read about. he also knows what the smart choice is and that if he really thinks about it, there is no smart choice. there's sitting around to be confused or knowing there's no way it's right and hoping that somehow it'll work anyways. he just knows he'll never find out if he never tries and his emotions have never been so intense about anyone before. the problem is to decide which path to follow. it's freaking him out even more trying to figure that out.  reading about labels got him thinking about his own. there's so many categories to consider.. queer, gynosexual, panromantic, agendered, student, barista, sometimes actor, amateur poet, verbally anxious, hopeless romantic, child, friend, "bro", self-bully, recovering mutilator, trans*, facial hair-obsessed, town whore-turned- straight edge, partial introvert, explorer of everything, masochist, kinky, improvisationalist, non-domestic, cuddler. the list could go on for forever. the only problem would be that eventually he would get into the parts of him that would contradict completely. the parts that make him imperfect and human. <3 <3