Out

I'm not lying. (Well, I'm lying by omission) You don't define a triangle by saying it doesn't have four sides. Why should I be defined by a lack? (Asexual) (Aromantic) My computer keeps trying to correct it to "aromatic." Figures. Why should I care if an impersonal piece of machinery validates my identity (Or lack thereof) We're not a very outspoken group. (If we even are a group) (Fuck if I know) I just want the stupid scholarship. People like me (if there are any people like me) We're not special. No pride parades No discrimination No hatred I am an everyday normal person. I enjoy a good romantic comedy as much as the next person (And I'll sob at the tragedies, Brokeback Mountain anyone?) But there's a part of me that always knows (I want) That this will never be for me (To want) Unless of course it is, I just haven't met "the right one, yet." I hope that's true. . . . . (Seriously, I just want the scholarship, does anyone even read these?) (Good luck to everyone applying! I hope you all become fantastic poets if that's your dream) (Is it obvious that I don't want to be a poet? Engineer over here) (Bye! <3)