Fresh

So here I am, snuggling a toilet in a shared college bathroom, purging all of this semester's mistakes in a sweaty, tearful, pathetic display of human indecency.

...I'm old school. I prefer to air my grievances out of a window instead of on Twitter" -Elliot

You. I want you," she says and the world stops spinning. "You are stubborn and frustrating and you know exactly how to push my buttons but whenever we're together all I can think about is what it would be like to kiss you, to touch you, to taste you." She throws her hands behind her head, her voice overcome with emotion as she goes on. "I knew the moment I met you I was in trouble, so I tried to keep my distance, I tried to push you away. I scolded you and lectured you and I even made you take those string lights down - which were not a fire hazard, by the way - but nothing worked. And I know I shouldn't be telling you any of this, I know you don't feel the same way and the last thing I want to do is burden you with a one-way love, but I had to say it, out loud, just this once. I want you beyond reason and with my whole heart.

What can I say? I'm a girl with a healthy footnote fetish.

If you insist on labeling me, my sexual orientation is horny.

Stop letting your past predict your future

Commitment is being free but choosing to stay.