011. What You Feel
[Filter: Private][Voice]
[For a while there is only screeching. The sound of things being thrown to and fro in her apartment. She's been like this since the event ended.]
She is she is
finefinefinefuckingfine.
It didn't hurt anymore. The fucking Titan took the pain away and
now it's back. All these people talking about how fucking nice it is to feel again when it hurts so fucking bad. How the fuck do they stand it? How can anyone stand feeling this way? She's not the only one she's not she's not she's not. [You can hear her hair going back and forth as she nods. after all this time the wig she was wearing is more a scarf. The sweat from not showering keeps it plastered to her neck.]
[A burst of activity.] It's this this cesspool of a city! A filthy cesspool of lost souls. [A bitter little laugh, it twists itself into a cough, and then a cry.] Because she's a fucking poet now.
Fuck it.
[For a while there is only screeching. The sound of things being thrown to and fro in her apartment. She's been like this since the event ended.]
She is she is
finefinefinefuckingfine.
It didn't hurt anymore. The fucking Titan took the pain away and
now it's back. All these people talking about how fucking nice it is to feel again when it hurts so fucking bad. How the fuck do they stand it? How can anyone stand feeling this way? She's not the only one she's not she's not she's not. [You can hear her hair going back and forth as she nods. after all this time the wig she was wearing is more a scarf. The sweat from not showering keeps it plastered to her neck.]
[A burst of activity.] It's this this cesspool of a city! A filthy cesspool of lost souls. [A bitter little laugh, it twists itself into a cough, and then a cry.] Because she's a fucking poet now.
Fuck it.