Ocean Water and a Hint of Purple Sharpie

I pledge allegiance to the angst of the United States of America.

And to the fucking backward, upside down republic for which it stands.

One totally fucked up nation.

Under God.

Indivisible.

With romance.

And suicide.

For all.

I mean, really.

Who the fuck decided to make men so attractive?

And who the fuck decided that I'd like them?

I'm supposed to be Riku.

Strong.

Confident.

Arrogant.

But no.

Instead, I'm sitting here fucking pining for my best friend.

Like a fucking pansy.

I can't get him out of my head.

He smells like ocean water.

Oh, and a bit like purple Sharpie.

He writes on anything he can with purple Sharpie.

Including me.

Yes, one day I had to walk around with:

Sora's bitch written on my face.

In purple fucking Sharpie.

I love him.

I hate him.

I ...can't live without him.