the internet is full of so many memories

Everyone who I had a crush on or who I tried to date
is there -- I know, this makes me sound so petty
and bourgeois (which I can hardly spell), like I haven't
really lived, but it's true -- they're somewhere -- hiding in
the crevices like mold in the cracks in between the
bathroom tiles. And here I am, reeling in my emotions,
which I've spent so long pushing and pulling, they
are practically like taffy now, all sticky and confused
in their basic nature, unknown, rejected (as it were).