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if you are reading this, then im already dead.

(a joke, obviously)

and --

i like boys on swings and girls on skateboards. i like babies in high chairs. i like kittens in a box. i like used gums under the desk. i like people with thick eyebrows. i like the colors of fruits in fruits stall. i like pastel colors. i like fresh clean clothes. i like fresh clean air. i like running water. i like people who dont smile ever. and i like people who smile. i like hair that goes on and on. i love food. 

in some ways i love everything. it's less, less of a thing then, like, less distinct, less particular. i like things that i like but i love everything. even the worst things have things to love in them. i love things so much, i feel i can float away. that feels wrong.

 i hate bright lights. i hate people who change their voices when they say something important. i hate my thighs. i hate war. i hate wearing face powder. i hate sweet talk. i hate dripping taps. but i also sort of love dripping taps. i hate invitations. i hate hot drink. i hate radiators.

 i hate this.