i prefer being around strangers because then i'm nothing but mythology. being real causes too much presure. i'm beyond apathetic so i might as well be fiction.

i was never an open book. i was never unique. i'm a cliche & if i were you i'd adore me. but are your eyes open? or is the sun too blinding?

this is overly confusing, overly subtle, & way too irrational, so could you please make this worthwhile, oh you already have, but i mean really, amuse me because i cant stay focused on anyone long enough to be normal.

why does everything always have to be so immediate with me? first sight & i was born in love. but if it hasnt happened yet & wont happen tomorrow am i wasting my time? or is it worth it to grow?

i dont feel any better. i think its getting worse & i think you're too reserved. gentlemen dont ask questions & dont get answers. girls like me dont wait around for obsessions with silence to wear thin.

its now or later, but preferably now or maybe tomorrow. but nights are long & time is running out, or maybe its not. i wouldnt know, it just sounded good. but i do believe the longer this goes the worse it gets. so by tomorrow how many minutes & how many seconds will it have been since i gave up on waiting?

i guess what i'm trying to say is, the problem with this story is that it has no beginning.

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