my fake plastic love.
back to life tomorrow... bizzare. i haven't the slightest inkling where i would like to be.
sometimes when i peruse old best friends' pictures on facebook i notice how people don't change that drastically through the years. through pictures i can still see an underlying persona i recognize. and i can't help but notice that they're all so... happy. bright, really. and i... i am having a this ridiculous, occasionally gripping fear that i am going to die alone, a crazy cat lady living in a house with tons of cats and doilies and litter boxes and hoarded newspapers... and no one will even know i'm dead until people smell that dead person smell and break down the door.
i am a dark person. i am an obsessing introvert who has somehow suddenly started to feel like i am going to just be alone for here on out. and what's made me feel better about this whole dying alone bit is the fact that both the daves i know promised to make sure that wouldn't happen. so at least i'll die admist cats... and two people.
this is getting grossly absurd...
sometimes when i peruse old best friends' pictures on facebook i notice how people don't change that drastically through the years. through pictures i can still see an underlying persona i recognize. and i can't help but notice that they're all so... happy. bright, really. and i... i am having a this ridiculous, occasionally gripping fear that i am going to die alone, a crazy cat lady living in a house with tons of cats and doilies and litter boxes and hoarded newspapers... and no one will even know i'm dead until people smell that dead person smell and break down the door.
i am a dark person. i am an obsessing introvert who has somehow suddenly started to feel like i am going to just be alone for here on out. and what's made me feel better about this whole dying alone bit is the fact that both the daves i know promised to make sure that wouldn't happen. so at least i'll die admist cats... and two people.
this is getting grossly absurd...