about a chancho

i wish you knew that i was talking about you here. i can't tell you these things for various reasons. i'm pretty sure that i like you a lot and that it would change into love if we hung out more. you aren't good for me that's why we can't hang out. i know i would fall for you. so the reason i ignore your calls is because i know that i would just get into a messy mess. you are so frackin hot. i'm kind of glad that you live far away because that makes things easier. but it still sucks a little bit. you smell good. haha. that's not what is important, you are like my kindred spirit twin connector, i seriously don't even know you, but i feel like i do. i'm psycho for feeling this way but maybe its mutual. i could never tell you these things. far too complicated. i'm glad you don't know how i feel about you actually. i promise i'm only a little bit insane. you are not really a spanish pig...at least i don't think so.