Saturday | December 13, 2008

I am two different people.
I am terrible at both.
I am at opposite sides of the country.
Barely existing in the pair of different coordinates
I am anguished
I just feel like everyone's not real,
like beautifully made Japanese sex dolls..
that make you think your missing out in this great
big thing called 'life'.
Its all inconsistent.
I realize how things change, and how short things are.
I realize that I wish I didn't realize that.
When I get on that plane, I will cry.
Although, I'm not able to tell why it hurts like this.
I just should have said no.

I wish these plastic people would come to life..
just for a second so I had a friend.. just to.. belong to.


fuck.