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i sit up alone at night thinking about people walking behind buildings and bugs crawling in my take out.
and how i feel that every bearded man is a softy at heart.
i can’t seem to find good music anymore. it’s all hiding somewhere that i can’t know of.
i feel lonely and inadequate for watching television.
i can’t help but be censored.
it feels as though whenever i say something my mom is listening or reading.
the same way you do something bad at school and your mom is there to yell at you about it.
it sounds funny when i curse out loud.
sometimes i wonder if my low self-esteem is visible.
There’s a bug crawling across my kitchen floor. I’m willing it to go right with my brain Go right, go right. It continues straight then turns left and out of sight. I want it to come back out but it doesn’t.
There’s a spider in the corner of the ceiling and wall watching me. It’s sitting there, floating in it’s web, waiting for some unfortunate being to get trapped so that it’ll be sucked dry. I turn off the lights. I’m scared of spiders.
I kept getting asked how are you going to spend your New Year’s Eve? and my answer was as simple as if I had asked what are you doing on June 31.
Yes. Exactly…
It’s not until eyes roll, lungs sigh, heads turn, and silence ensues that you realize: I’m a horrible conversationalist.
Or a great lover.
