Lately, everyone seems to be fixated on love. I can't understand why, truthfully. Irene's still hung up on the Pinkerton girl. I cannot figure out why, at all.
Even Bessie seems to be infatuated with someone these days. I do not know who. And Jackson..well, we've had our fair share of discusising handsome men. No one either of us particularly like-hell, I'm not even sure if I like men. Women are beautiful, they are perfect, they are angels. Even the ones that are bad, that are loud and mean and so, so beautiful..they are perfect. Women like Irene, like Cora..
Cora. Now there's someone I haven't thought of in a while. The Pavlov girl, the one who was always so sweet to me. I haven't heard from her in a while, she stopped showing her face around about a year ago..after her and Irene had a huge fight. I never really knew about it, Irene had never explained it to me.
It is nights like tonight that I wish I had someone to hold. Sure, I have Jackson. He's nice to hold, in nights like tonight, but..still..and he's so much smaller than me, too. He's around Irene's height, which makes him a lot smaller than me. And he's nice to hold..
Maybe that's what I'll go do. I can go hold him, stop thinking about love..mhm. That's what I need.
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