It's a bit...I sigh...a bit...

I turn to the computer. Satisfying!

I look at the spill of words pretty much like a leak of nudes...if they'd come from my boyfriend. Then it wouldn't be a leak. And I just broke up with my boyfriend last week.

Ah, that's not a conversation of preference, I say to myself, imaginarily imagining myself drink tea for a point. I conjure a bit of scrolling power from my fingers, and type in a Cntrl+F input to give me the effects of Clairvoyance in Skyrim.....to figure out who's the right boyfriend for me.

ENTJ? ESFP? Well, the latter I am almost sure of....

An Aries or a Virgo? Well, the first I already broke up with...and his cusp of Pisces was annoying, and undershared.

That's not a conversation of preference, I say again to myself, restarting the imaginary tea-drinking simulation in my mind.

I type, getting drunk with an ESFP, touching everywhere he'd let me, and debating hotly why I love my ENTP.

If I could argue with someone why I like them.

If I could touch someone freely.

But that is not a conversation of preference.

Why am I procrastinating again?

Oh, yes, because love issues are almost just as homework as homework itself...and I am at a desperate loss for answers. 

~A Bit Unedited, With Love, Gracedwriter98