have i mentioned lately how much my new best friendboy rocks? even when i am in the pouty depths of loneliness and black sunday, he still listens to me like i’m a sane person with a rational reason for being so fucked up and sad and selfish. he listens and argues with me and then eventually wins because he’s right and i’m being a brat.
and he just talked to me about why i might be so lonely and how people do care about me even if the phone doesn’t ring. he listened to me whine and it was just so nice for him to understand and explain things to me like i’m 2-year-old. and mostly he didn’t make fun of me or say i need medication or anything.
this almost gets him off the hook for not including me in the cleavage contest. almost, but not quite.