they say you should always make choices using your brain...over your heart, or your body, but this time i'm letting my heart take the wheel. so i'm writing. typing everything out on a piece of metal. fun, isnt it? or plastic. i think it may be plastic. the inside is metal. there is a pull in my gut- that is signalling my heart to go into overdrive. i am not putting it into park. or neutral. this gear-shift is stuck in drive, and i hope it fixes itself after i finish typing. and press publish...and then press copy and paste and send. tia is typing a message on kik- or so it says. i locked my phone and put it face down so i don't see it. maybe it's about this. maybe you're just upset, or maybe you saw those activities about me being a whore, or maybe she sent you them- or spoke about it. i don't know, and i'm not asking. i would say it wasn't a bad thing- but why do i feel so damn guilty? i'm used to showing my body, it'