i got proposed to, in a way.
Colt, Colt presented the idea of me and him running away, together. he had it thought out.
i’m not really moved into the basement fully. i know i have way too much stuff for whatever place i would have to share with him.
fuck, he mentioned a house.
his selling point was a better life then what i have here, in the basement, and at The Store. and man, do i not like that.
the basement, this life of living underground is so much better than the squalor i was living in at the Shack in the Woods. i am happy with no walls and an all cement bathroom.
and, The Store. life at The Store has gotten better once the cunts left. there is still a lot to improve on all that but for now, it’s ok. i don’t know what else i would be good at to do.
he said “and [being] gay together elsewhere”. does he really see me as my queer self, being all asexual?
Colt, don’t fuck with me right before i got to do to bed.