Slow News Day

Texted back and forth with a friend in the morning about semi-confidential middle-high school stuff. When we're not being Mean Gurls to each other, I kind of love the similarities between the gay community and teenaged girls. More than that, though, I love that I am gaining a reputation as a guy who can keep secrets, because it's only my BS that I take out billboards for.

This has been occurring to me for a while, but I don't remember exactly when it happened, and I don't have one of my normal super long posts (they've all been *so long* lately! I'm not even saying anything!), so this is a good time to examine it.

I think I've figured Tim out. He loves me. But he is and was never in love with me. I'm not allowed to be upset with this, despite being upset with it, despite railing at the heavens that I'm f*cking amazing. I'm not allowed because I'm not in high school anymore, because God knows I've been enough people's Tim, and because Tim is really a symptom of what I'm going through, not the cause.