Watching life go by
and wishing it away.
As she counted the lilac lampshades and white walls through every single one of the house windows.
Laura Ashley set on fire. My eyes unfortunately did not have any powers so fantasies never came true.
So incredibly jealous of Matilda, even though her life was otherwise shit. If only I could cause some object movement I'd know I'm real. Physical outer exterior not connected with my inside.
Uniform or die.
Many schoolday evenings spent staring with such great ease and without any boredom at all.
And the 'out of the frame' look of emotions suited me all too well to resist.
Classic romantic teenager styling.
-and now my cognitive abilities have declined, I'm left staring again.
There is no pressure not to. There is no rush or things do not need to change speed status. I just am not feeling the urgency to be responsive to anything, indulging myself to the ultimate treat. Staring. My finger looks battered but I really don't want to react. This is far superior than anything else I've had to deal with lately. A whole new identity given to me by chance. One I once had flirted with and one I cannot fully reveal to anyone, unless we are alone and you think I'm sleeping.
And i do want to rely on the kindness of strangers. I have nothing major to deal with and yet I cannot deal with and I would very much appreciate your kind helping hand, kindest of strangers. You do not have my face and I do not see a similarity between our eyes, so as long as you're not me please go ahead and do everything for me. Don't mind if I watch.
It's not what I want to say, it's what people want to hear.
Get it in your head.
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and wishing it away.
As she counted the lilac lampshades and white walls through every single one of the house windows.
Laura Ashley set on fire. My eyes unfortunately did not have any powers so fantasies never came true.
So incredibly jealous of Matilda, even though her life was otherwise shit. If only I could cause some object movement I'd know I'm real. Physical outer exterior not connected with my inside.
Uniform or die.
Many schoolday evenings spent staring with such great ease and without any boredom at all.
And the 'out of the frame' look of emotions suited me all too well to resist.
Classic romantic teenager styling.
-and now my cognitive abilities have declined, I'm left staring again.
There is no pressure not to. There is no rush or things do not need to change speed status. I just am not feeling the urgency to be responsive to anything, indulging myself to the ultimate treat. Staring. My finger looks battered but I really don't want to react. This is far superior than anything else I've had to deal with lately. A whole new identity given to me by chance. One I once had flirted with and one I cannot fully reveal to anyone, unless we are alone and you think I'm sleeping.
And i do want to rely on the kindness of strangers. I have nothing major to deal with and yet I cannot deal with and I would very much appreciate your kind helping hand, kindest of strangers. You do not have my face and I do not see a similarity between our eyes, so as long as you're not me please go ahead and do everything for me. Don't mind if I watch.
It's not what I want to say, it's what people want to hear.
Get it in your head.
Apply setting-save.
