So, I was talking to an ex-boyfriend, Jacob, who told me if I were older we could still be together. He didn't have a problem with it when I was thirteen and he was sixteen, but seventeen to twenty is a big deal? I thought the difference between ages became less significant as the people got older? Actually, I know that's the case. Regardless, he must have forgotten I dumped him for being immature. And I swore I wouldn't get back with him. He was kind of a jerk around the end.
Many other people have told me how mature I am for my age. Such as a certain someone, about whom I've written many poems and prose, and swooned pathetically. Oh man, when I fall, I fall like a ton of transplant hearts (en route to the hospital, which is tragic, because the patients really need the transplants).
Love,
Nathan
P.S. Artists are Boring is stuck in my head.
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