Something has changed. I became apart, put me on the low side, I have the impression of being in the race. I was dumped on a motorway. I feel totally isolated. We do not care what I feel, no more invites me to parties and even the most simple questions, I am invariably the last to know everything, you do not listen to me when it will not, in fact we do not notice when it goes wrong. You argue with your eyes closed, guided by I know not what. You do not see when I call-rescue when I'm on the verge of irreparable harm, you hear nothing. Not even a whisper. I have the unpleasant impression that everybody was dropped, and I do not know what is the reason. I feel like shit in the air, from far away and alone, without giving further (anyway we do not ask me), leave all these people in their quiet little life shit. I'm in a period where I need to be surrounded, smothered limit not to die, and you're just the opposite. You all turn me back, everyone has a different degree. You prefer your new friends to your old girlfriend, you act as if it does not matter to me. I'm not jealous, I just do not want to fall in your esteem for no reason, I do not want to take my place, that place, I fought for it, fought with myself and lose it would be an overall failure.
I would like to limit all let you down before you do it. This will do less harm. I'll do it someday. When you never hear from me, you understand.
This is by no means the paranoid. It's much too recurrent to be. If the idea that it can be went through your mind, then I think you really have nothing SEIZED. We have nothing to say.
Still glad I Miss Amanda.
Mood: as the straw in the desert, so cliche.
RB: Eyesight To The Blind - Placebo.
Pic: Magdalena Fischer.
I would like to limit all let you down before you do it. This will do less harm. I'll do it someday. When you never hear from me, you understand.
This is by no means the paranoid. It's much too recurrent to be. If the idea that it can be went through your mind, then I think you really have nothing SEIZED. We have nothing to say.
Still glad I Miss Amanda.
Mood: as the straw in the desert, so cliche.
RB: Eyesight To The Blind - Placebo.
Pic: Magdalena Fischer.
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