late at night i am so deep.

people are like oranges. i am like an orange.

an orange is encased in a thick peel that keeps you from seeing the inside. you have to put in a little bit of effort to get to it. some oranges have really thick peels and lots of that gross white stuff that takes a long time to get off. i am one of those oranges with a peel that is thick and hard and it spits juice at you when you're trying to get around it even though it doesn't mean to spit juice that's just the way it is and once you get the peel off you're kind of there but there's still all the white stuff to get around if you want to really get to the orange.

but sometimes you put in all that effort to get to the orange and it turns out to be dry and boring. this happens most often with those thick-peeled oranges. i don't want to be the shitty orange.

i am a nocturnal thick-skinned orange.

i also thought of another one about how i strive to be more like my hands and less like my boobs. but i'll spare you that one.

when i am not tired i will look back on this and laugh at how smart i think i am.