two hundred-fifty fourth.

dear (k)you,

i wish i was writing a retraction from the previous post. that i am taking back what i said about signs. but sadly, no.

SIGNS STILL FUCKING SUCK.

i hate these fucking signs. why? why do i have to see him all over. him. his name. his "identifiers". his mother fucking country! 

ugh! but what i hate, is the fact that i like seeing this shit. even though i know that these "signs" (i put the "" on them because i believe that they are not really signs from OAO) are not real and are only in my head, i secretly feel happy that i saw them. or that they are there.

man. i'm pathetic.

i'm even more pathetic than when i was obsessing over you. at least you were flat out unreachable. 

but well, this one is unreachable too. not to mention taken.

fuck her. and him. 

him more than her.

if you know what i mean.