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You looked old yesterday, with all your eyebags, and I loved it that you look your age.
Perhaps that's a sign something is not altogether right with me. Like a lot is wrong with you too.
We need to get out of here, out of blue playgrounds that had been trashed around by immature vandals and the weird old hippi with spraycans in her hands. I don't do this. So fucking uncool, so unhealthy. So, time to get better I s'pose.
Neither of us believe that the other will, tho, am I correct? But eventually cities learn to grow and how to liberate. Doesn't happen overnight of course - there would always be wolves that we have to keep at bay for this while.
Bottomline: time.
There are things I need to get done. Old friends, promises, and loyalties. Strange how I don't quite trust any of them now, but we go way back. I'm sure you share the same sentiment regarding your 'real friends' - whatever that means. I have voices in my head too but the ppl I know I'm sure will bleed warm blood and shout obscenities once poked. With you, I'm not so sure. I still find it cute tho.
[Another cute: the way you do that annoying yet oh-so-adorable tongue-flicking thing when you mispronounce a word or two. Makes me want to ruffle your hair like you're some little boy, then kiss you on your forehead. We both know you are actually Peter Pan masquerading as a hairy old man.]
Whatever.
You're making me more paranoid than I already am. It's 2004 all over again. I want an interesting, healthy existence, not senseless Ramayanas and double, triple lives. I played that before and even if it wasn't a virtual game, it wasn't cool either. I don't like to be afraid of things so much, but there were so many monsters to fear. Like I knew I'd be afraid of you and what you're capable of doing.
Yet, at the same time, I want you. I never thought that I'd want you this way, tho. This isn't fun; it bloody hurts. I've done so, so many things just to avoid feeling this way again. To build up strength again. To never sustain permanent injuries lest I fall.
So, be strong for me.
And in turn, I won't let our lovesickness take us all at once. I need to see the sun by myself while I heal, so we gotta wait, for this to be anything real. There's time enough.
XD bleargh, mush!
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Perhaps that's a sign something is not altogether right with me. Like a lot is wrong with you too.
We need to get out of here, out of blue playgrounds that had been trashed around by immature vandals and the weird old hippi with spraycans in her hands. I don't do this. So fucking uncool, so unhealthy. So, time to get better I s'pose.
Neither of us believe that the other will, tho, am I correct? But eventually cities learn to grow and how to liberate. Doesn't happen overnight of course - there would always be wolves that we have to keep at bay for this while.
Bottomline: time.
There are things I need to get done. Old friends, promises, and loyalties. Strange how I don't quite trust any of them now, but we go way back. I'm sure you share the same sentiment regarding your 'real friends' - whatever that means. I have voices in my head too but the ppl I know I'm sure will bleed warm blood and shout obscenities once poked. With you, I'm not so sure. I still find it cute tho.
[Another cute: the way you do that annoying yet oh-so-adorable tongue-flicking thing when you mispronounce a word or two. Makes me want to ruffle your hair like you're some little boy, then kiss you on your forehead. We both know you are actually Peter Pan masquerading as a hairy old man.]
Whatever.
You're making me more paranoid than I already am. It's 2004 all over again. I want an interesting, healthy existence, not senseless Ramayanas and double, triple lives. I played that before and even if it wasn't a virtual game, it wasn't cool either. I don't like to be afraid of things so much, but there were so many monsters to fear. Like I knew I'd be afraid of you and what you're capable of doing.
Yet, at the same time, I want you. I never thought that I'd want you this way, tho. This isn't fun; it bloody hurts. I've done so, so many things just to avoid feeling this way again. To build up strength again. To never sustain permanent injuries lest I fall.
So, be strong for me.
And in turn, I won't let our lovesickness take us all at once. I need to see the sun by myself while I heal, so we gotta wait, for this to be anything real. There's time enough.
XD bleargh, mush!
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