My parents dont get me yknow. They think im gay just because they saw me kiss a guy.Well a couple guys but i mean it was the 2000s cant two or four dudes make out with each other without being gay
every memory and past sense of self that is truly important to me are like snowglobes, amd i can drift away from them day by day, but once i remember theyre there, everything connected w/ them, untouched by time or mold, comes flooding back, and i remember when my Self was louder