i think i'm gonna be a teacher. i'm a pretty weak person. but it's nice to know that there are people out there who think i'm cool. even though it sucks when there are people who think it's cool to pick me up and drop me, and exploit that weakness. 'cause i get lonely, and i get sad, and i'm likely to reach out to you. maybe someday it'll be for real. i could fall for you again. your doppelganger is not you. i'm glad we talk again but this could be perilous, and the last thing i need. i'm in a position to fall. ps - it's nice outside.