What irritates me so much is when people don’t interact with me as a real person. I hate it when they dump their projections on me. You’re like a skeleton that people try to hang their clothes on, B once said. I don’t take it on anymore.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.