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Tales of Eternia - I'd Love You To Touch Me |
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I sometimes don't know why I even bother. I won't let it bother. Won't let it bother me. All things included were good, be they something-yaki or hay-rides. Hyphen hyphen. It's the missing things that were not good. I am sure they would be. Given the chance. I doubt I'll have nightmares tonight. Higher levels of something. Startling realizations today made me so happy I could cry and so sad I could die. Talk of nursing homes made me laugh a bit much. A bit much. It seems a nice thing to hope for. To go daft like that. Hope for computerized hover-chairs is also a good thing. It's no trouble really. No trouble at all. Maybe, sometimes, but even then, no. I realize no one understands. Speaking in tongues. Not the creepy rolling on the floor babbling type. Not like that at all. Am I a good girl¿ This keyboard is so much kinder. I wonder why I want impossible things. Always impossible things. It's as if I really just want to make my life as much of a disappointment to myself as possible. Should I aim a little lower¿ I might pop the ball off the table, in that case. No, I aim high. I hit nothing. Such is life, such is life. Besides, impossible is always so much more attractive than being realistic. Dream with me, won't you¿ I'm a much better actress than she is. Much better by far. Less wobbly, for one. I know how to hold a knife. I know how to use one. Jumbled phrases dripping directly from my head to my fingers. I am leaking. Oh, it's a mess isn't it¿ Such is life, such is life. I compared myself to Virginia recently. Virginia minus the craziness and suicidal tendancies. It's not like that. Not like that at all. I feel silly. This is just how it goes. So it goes. Don't take me, seriously. I don't want to go. I'm lying. I want to be taken. No, not like that. At least I am taken with....if not taken by. That's how it always is with me anyway. I lose. The end.
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