Dear Expatriots, Let's Be Strangers And Give Up What We Know

With waving arms and open smiles they grabbed my attention... "Come play this new game with us.. it's called "Friendship." I had been admiring their good times from afar for quite some time, so I quickly joined them.

Time passed, and soon I was getting better at the game than the rest of them. So they changed the rules. GAME OVER

From now on I think I'm just going to be a fan of 1-player games. High scores don't lie.

So excuse me while I unplug myself and walk away. Besides, I found this new game called "Self Respect" that I like. I'm only at level 1 but I'm getting much better. I hear there's even a secret code that lets you skip ahead to the end. That's the part where you have to face this massive demon that spits Liar Balls in your direction. I'm punching in the code as we speak. My plan is to burn the bridge that he's standing on. I hear he'll drown in the sea of regrets beneath. This game rocks. I only wish I had an extra man left.


I'm in love with the way that I'm clumsy with my own heart. I literally spilled it on a post-it note and stuck it on her door last week. Fearless? Nah, perfect. What the word "popular" is to you, the word "weird" is to me. We're both striving towards our own labels.

iactthisway...onlybecauseiwant2bemissed