Mar 15, 2008 01:00
Maybe it's just me.
People think that right? Or... maybe it's just me.
Ha! See! Right there!!
You know what I don't like about this body? That it came with the girl in it. And girls, they have feelings and emotions and they think so god damned much and I unfortunately am, was, a girl. So me and my body, we're a plethora of emotional touchy feely goodness.
Minus the touchy feely and the goodness, but roll with it.
Maybe it is just me. Maybe it's all a finely played out trick. Maybe I'm in Hell. I mean it's kind of a nice Hell, but when it all inevitably blows up in my face it won't be so nice. Sure it's pessimistic, but can we focus for a second on how I spent SIX HUNDRED YEARS in Hell and how I retained my humanity so I didn't luck out like the rest of the bastards down there.
Oh yeah, I bet all of you wish you could keep a memory with you down there. You really don't. I personally wished I could have gone insane from grief but the lotto down there never actually swung in my favor.
But like I said, maybe it's just me.
[entry] journal,
[prompt] march,
[verse] terminal city,
[community] couples_therapy