"I feel like nothing was real until I met you
I feel like we connect and I really get you
If I said you're a beautiful girl would it upset you.
Because the way you look tonight silhouetted, I'll never forget it.
Oh Fionna, you're fist has touched my heart.
Oh Fionna, I won't let anything in this world keep us apart.
I won't let anything in this world keep us apart."

Rebecca Sugar pulls my humanity out, I swear.
Even if the song has nothing to do with me because I'm a guy.
I'm also not named Fionna, but ugh.
Her voice, her music. her art, her shows, just so darn wonderful.
I can't seem to bring tears, but the feeling of being choked up is halfway there.
It normally stops in people's throats right?
Mine is like smack-dab in my ribs.
Not getting any higher, I feel like joking and saying it's going to get lower.
It'll get so much lower that things like this will make me feel sick.
Until it reaches my balls anyway and sexually excites me.
Then I guess it'll make me need to sh*t.
I'm laughing so hard right now.
I only typed anything because I feel like I haven't done it enough.
Like the release it used to give me I haven't felt it in a long time.
It still feels somewhat good.
Not as orgasmic as it used to, I guess I don't enjoy writing anymore.
I'm not ready to say good-bye, but darling know I will always love you.
You've been there for my ups and my downs.
You've been there for my suicide attempts.
You've been there for my therapy.
You've been there for the blood and the tears.
You've been there for that one time I like vomited like blood and hot sauce.
Good times.
My eyes are burning I guess this is the beginning of tears, maybe?
It's irritating.
See you later my good old creative ability