I wish you fuckin’ loved me.
A few people come to this blog every day. Nothing worth making a big stink over, but they do. It’s great that they do. It’s great that they are just here to be completely anonymous beings to come and go as they please. Like the ether that makes up this world of infinite possibilities, known affectionately as the Internet, they are here and gone. Poof. Without a trace. Almost as if they couldn’t give a crap about anything that is presented here to them.
And they shouldn’t. This place isn’t for anyone’s entertainment.
I suppose I did allow kind words of that blogger that made the ad for me penetrate my skeptic shielding just a little…okay it almost broke. Whatever. I wish I hadn’t, but yeah. Clearly undeniable, given my attitude serving as the core of this entry. Nothing too different from the norm, but just slightly less conscious of what is going to be typed out by these fingers of mine.
After sitting here speechless for a good two minutes, I have come to the conclusion that I am done with this entry.
Regardless of how megane-kos feel about me, it doesn’t matter much. Kinda like how me, as a megane-ko lover myself, could give two shits about a megane-ko that can’t fuckin’ see into my world…and never will.
I wish you fuckin’ loved me…
…And that I fuckin’ loved you.