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I overdose on people. I need to get away from them.
STOPTALKINGSTOPTALKINGSTOPTALKING.
Do not take it personally when I do not answer the phone. Do not take it personally when I do not answer messages. Do not take it personally when I do not respond to anything. Do not take it personally when I disappear completely.
I will be there if you need me... but I cannot be there if you want me.
Not now.
I would prefer to be an ass than to pretend that I am interested when I am not. Straight-forward. No bullshit. I tire of social games.
STOPTALKING.
All the words I hear are empty and foul, reverberating and polluting my mind. Let me find the silence I have been missing. It is the human voice that bores itself into my brain. Language seemed to me beautiful once. Now it seems to me vile, corrupted and deformed of its original beauty with the nastiness of the human voice. The softest poetry turned into the ugliest verse with the spoken word.
The written word remains untainted, my only hopes of communication without severe distaste.
I think I need to be in my own room again for awhile to get the voices out of my skin. My own room. Or else I will surely go insane. I have never had such angry thoughts.
STOPTALKINGSTOPTALKINGSTOPTALKING.
Do not take it personally when I do not answer the phone. Do not take it personally when I do not answer messages. Do not take it personally when I do not respond to anything. Do not take it personally when I disappear completely.
I will be there if you need me... but I cannot be there if you want me.
Not now.
I would prefer to be an ass than to pretend that I am interested when I am not. Straight-forward. No bullshit. I tire of social games.
STOPTALKING.
All the words I hear are empty and foul, reverberating and polluting my mind. Let me find the silence I have been missing. It is the human voice that bores itself into my brain. Language seemed to me beautiful once. Now it seems to me vile, corrupted and deformed of its original beauty with the nastiness of the human voice. The softest poetry turned into the ugliest verse with the spoken word.
The written word remains untainted, my only hopes of communication without severe distaste.
I think I need to be in my own room again for awhile to get the voices out of my skin. My own room. Or else I will surely go insane. I have never had such angry thoughts.