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the people that you don't see.
y'know, that guy that's not hitting on you. or that girl that thinks to much for her own good, those are all people that i want to meet. i want to find out if they have voices, feelings, dreams. they are the extras in your life. the people that are just there to make it seem more real.
when they aren't there, you think something is wrong and you'll never be able to pin it on them.
the people that have been there.
those people that are around you all the time, you know these ones have voices, you know they have names that you've never bothered to remember. i'm sure that they have talked to you trying to find something in common, but nothing's there. how can you be so differant from a person when you are at the same place. now you are obligated to talk to this person ever time you see them.
disposable talk. small.
i'll take 4 or 5 more vicodin before this night is through. yes, i am in pain; no, it probably doesn't need pain killers. i'm just not numb enough yet. what i'm feeling is wrong, i shouldn't feel like this. how can you miss someone after you just saw them? how important can they be?
sometimes i confuse myself without realizing it. that's when i step back and ask myself "why?"
"i can't help it," i tell myself. then i believe myself. some times i wish i would stop talking to myself, but that won't happen any time soon.
Study.
every action has an equal but opposite reaction, this is a law. but only things that exist in text books demostraight this law.
i'm sure i'm in a text book somewhere, as a doppelganger. except, i'm not the flesh, the flesh is the part of this equation that haunts me. i could get rid of it, infact there is alot of things i could do, none sound apealing to me, because i want this flesh to stay with me. i just need it to be numb. everything i could think of doing to rid myself of the haunting only prevents me from the plans i have with the ghostly part of me.
well, well, she asked the question. my answer was full of slurred words and distracted sentences. is it strange for bestfriends to live together, not at all. but maybe, in this situation, where the connection is differant then most peoples connections to their best friend. living with them is a bad idea. it wasn't fair to try to answer the question in that moment. even if i could give an answer, it would have been forgoten.
i will take another 3-4 vicodin before this night is through.
i don't want to miss you any more; and i don't know how to do that.
y'know, that guy that's not hitting on you. or that girl that thinks to much for her own good, those are all people that i want to meet. i want to find out if they have voices, feelings, dreams. they are the extras in your life. the people that are just there to make it seem more real.
when they aren't there, you think something is wrong and you'll never be able to pin it on them.
the people that have been there.
those people that are around you all the time, you know these ones have voices, you know they have names that you've never bothered to remember. i'm sure that they have talked to you trying to find something in common, but nothing's there. how can you be so differant from a person when you are at the same place. now you are obligated to talk to this person ever time you see them.
disposable talk. small.
i'll take 4 or 5 more vicodin before this night is through. yes, i am in pain; no, it probably doesn't need pain killers. i'm just not numb enough yet. what i'm feeling is wrong, i shouldn't feel like this. how can you miss someone after you just saw them? how important can they be?
sometimes i confuse myself without realizing it. that's when i step back and ask myself "why?"
"i can't help it," i tell myself. then i believe myself. some times i wish i would stop talking to myself, but that won't happen any time soon.
Study.
every action has an equal but opposite reaction, this is a law. but only things that exist in text books demostraight this law.
i'm sure i'm in a text book somewhere, as a doppelganger. except, i'm not the flesh, the flesh is the part of this equation that haunts me. i could get rid of it, infact there is alot of things i could do, none sound apealing to me, because i want this flesh to stay with me. i just need it to be numb. everything i could think of doing to rid myself of the haunting only prevents me from the plans i have with the ghostly part of me.
well, well, she asked the question. my answer was full of slurred words and distracted sentences. is it strange for bestfriends to live together, not at all. but maybe, in this situation, where the connection is differant then most peoples connections to their best friend. living with them is a bad idea. it wasn't fair to try to answer the question in that moment. even if i could give an answer, it would have been forgoten.
i will take another 3-4 vicodin before this night is through.
i don't want to miss you any more; and i don't know how to do that.