I have fallen off the shelf

[harajukupickle]

The hooker is shooting up. I've always wanted to do that. That's a lie. I never really have. I too fully understand the risks. I can't feel it. At this point, neither can she. The British man was watching her with disgust for a minute, but after the 60 seconds had passed, he returned imperturbably to his novel and tea. The hippie is meditating. It kind of looks as though she is floating above the ground. That girl who thinks she is stronger than everyone else is sitting there, glaring around at everyone. She is a hypocrite, and she is scared. The little redhaired girl who is not so little anymore is curled up on the floor trembling. With her sudden bursts of energy, she occasionally gets up in a rage but quickly returns to her hot pink shag rug. It clashes with her hair.
I have given up trying to decide which me is me. I need to make a whole person with all the broken people in my head. But first I need to listen to my friends.
I am done talking. I want to listen. Tell me your story. I will listen.