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I'm sick, sick as can be.
and not only in my mind anymore.
Clay and dust, they make me itch, real bad.
So.
I've been laying in bed, sick.
beating myself up for not going to work.
still getting school work done, because
my mom can get the work for me now,
'cause she's a lunch lady now.
say hello to her, she's the nicest, most beautiful one there.
I'm not living on Berry road anymore. I live in the little house now.
I havn't moved for thirteen years.
I moved this year.
I'll be moving again next year.
Close to here, so you can all drop in
and say hello
and give me your money.
or food.
and if I like you, maybe some time and energy.
I'm angry, right now.
Angry for messing up my highschool career.
It's okay. There's always a plan B.
I should know. I work in a pharmacy.
I like it here. I finally have leaf or two in the autumn, and maybe some trick-or-treaters.
I might spend Halloween with Melanie. Which would be lovely.
I like her more than a lot of people.
,....
this is saved from..
a few hours ago.
and now, on my brain..
You need to forget me.
why?
Becuase I'm nothing to remember.
Only everything I really can.
You can rest assured, I'm nothing that you remember..
I'm conditional.
I'm conditional.
I'm conditional.
I'm conditional.
I'm conditional.
I'm conditional.
I went to sleep feeling better about myself.
and that person makes me sick.
It's the person who comes back to life and sedates me.
and that person isn't sorry.
That person isn't well enough to be sorry.
and if she was, she wouldn't be anyway.
and the person I am cares enough to talk about her.
I'm always afraid of dying.
But when I'm dead, I forget about these things, and wonder why they mattered to me in the first place.
Once, I painted a picture.
and not only in my mind anymore.
Clay and dust, they make me itch, real bad.
So.
I've been laying in bed, sick.
beating myself up for not going to work.
still getting school work done, because
my mom can get the work for me now,
'cause she's a lunch lady now.
say hello to her, she's the nicest, most beautiful one there.
I'm not living on Berry road anymore. I live in the little house now.
I havn't moved for thirteen years.
I moved this year.
I'll be moving again next year.
Close to here, so you can all drop in
and say hello
and give me your money.
or food.
and if I like you, maybe some time and energy.
I'm angry, right now.
Angry for messing up my highschool career.
It's okay. There's always a plan B.
I should know. I work in a pharmacy.
I like it here. I finally have leaf or two in the autumn, and maybe some trick-or-treaters.
I might spend Halloween with Melanie. Which would be lovely.
I like her more than a lot of people.
,....
this is saved from..
a few hours ago.
and now, on my brain..
You need to forget me.
why?
Becuase I'm nothing to remember.
Only everything I really can.
You can rest assured, I'm nothing that you remember..
I'm conditional.
I'm conditional.
I'm conditional.
I'm conditional.
I'm conditional.
I'm conditional.
I went to sleep feeling better about myself.
and that person makes me sick.
It's the person who comes back to life and sedates me.
and that person isn't sorry.
That person isn't well enough to be sorry.
and if she was, she wouldn't be anyway.
and the person I am cares enough to talk about her.
I'm always afraid of dying.
But when I'm dead, I forget about these things, and wonder why they mattered to me in the first place.
Once, I painted a picture.