guk guk

Dear Guk Guk,

you are the best teddy bear in the whole world. I love you and I will never give you up. You are the best at giving hugs. You are always right there when I cry.  I’m sorry that sometimes you get squished between the bed and the wall, and that sometimes I step on you when you are on the floor. I hope you can forgive me and love me just the same.

I have a new roommate. His name is Luke. We are good friends. I’m jealous of him though. I hate that he is kissing is girl all the damn time. I wish someone would kiss me that much. I fucked that up though. Mark doesn’t want to kiss me as much. Things have gotten better, but they aren’t great. I’m sure he still thinks about it. I’m jealous of everyone who hasn’t fucked up in their relationship. . . it’s my own fault though. I’m sure that he is jealous too.

is it crazy to say that one of the most comforting things is that Guk will always be my friend. He’ll always love me and never be mad at me . . . is it crazy? I don’t care.

I’d kill zombified loved ones without hesitation. and without guilt. Mark says that makes me a sociopath. I say it means I’ll live.

kiss the frog!