Like a ten months old baby who wants to walk, I pull up on anything and anyone that’s remotely stable in order to get on my feet and to either walk or die trying.
Like an adolescent who’s got a crush on someone five years older, I spend hours upon hours trying to find out everything about them in order to quietly emulate all I can, every music track they listen to and the brand of deodorant they use. I despair of ever being this cool.
The mark keeps moving and I keep reaching for it, weeping with frustration, but with an ever more dogged determination. Life is meaningless without you.
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