i have the weirdest taste in males i don’t even notice looks anymore even after i’ve hung out with the person for a couple of hours i still couldn’t tell you most of their defining features. not that i’m super enlightened or above physical traits or anything, i’m still shallow 100% and manipulative as all hell but i don’t know. i’m always into the head cases, troubled kids. i just want to help them and make them feel good about themselves. even if i use them for sex and objectify them i would never do it to their faces because i want them to be better and make better choices and go back on the right track. i love having people open up to me about their lives and hearing their stories. it’s just a constant reminder that you really can’t always judge a book by its cover, there’s always something on the interior. everybody has their own problems. this one kid i’ve been hanging out with makes all of the wrong choices, has dealt with so much sadness and i just want him to be better and realize that life isn’t all that bad and people won’t always be that terrible to you, and if you do enough good eventually good will come to you. it’s just hard to prove to people sometimes when all they see everyday is the opposite. i haven’t slept in awhile and i’m kind of just text post rambling so i’m going to sleep. i sound more messed up than most of the boys i involve myself with.