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i sit, writhing in agony. each minute like a hot branding iron in my side. i can't think. i can't sit still. i haven't slept in three days. i've not had an appetite in weeks. my mind is wretched and wanders back in time. it's moments like these that make me wonder what i'm still doing here. a storm of indecision, confusion, rolls in the room moments following the people who precede them.
i don't like people. i find they lie too much. there's too much mind reading. i watch how they hide themselves in eachother's company. they hold eachother too close and embelish their stories in far too much detail, trying to prove that their lies are actually true. they call this love. love, a great gift brought on by aphrodite, goddess of lies.
they lie to get affection and to get eachother into bed not knowing everyone would go willingly regardless. and they fear that they're not worth lying to.
[shout out to Em for her knowledge of greek gods and goddesses. AND A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HER]
i don't like people. i find they lie too much. there's too much mind reading. i watch how they hide themselves in eachother's company. they hold eachother too close and embelish their stories in far too much detail, trying to prove that their lies are actually true. they call this love. love, a great gift brought on by aphrodite, goddess of lies.
they lie to get affection and to get eachother into bed not knowing everyone would go willingly regardless. and they fear that they're not worth lying to.
[shout out to Em for her knowledge of greek gods and goddesses. AND A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HER]