I’m pretty sure that you tearing the paper and annoying me and me not telling you that I kind of want the sound to shut the fuck up is a metaphor for things. For things between us, specifically you and me and the way I want to kind of destroy you sometimes because I feel like you are kind of destroying me and I don’t know how to tell that to shut the fuck up either.

Later you’ll be inside me and it will seem pointless to have thought about resistance, to even claim that I could or would try or would want to try. Except that we both want to. We both want to give in to that tremendous urge and Just Say No, but we can’t. Because, what? Loss? What if we lose? And you go back to your path and I go back to my dithering all over the place looking for one that does not feel like falling apart?

I honestly cannot understand your stupidity. Mine makes perfect sense, obvi.