It's perfectly what I want to do; to sink into someone else and not exist any more. Not exist as I, or; just escape, but maybe there isn't any more life; did I empty it out already? Punctuation means very little at all. It isn't right, to feel fucked-up as a commodity, all you're worth. My eyes scrunch up and I want to cry, but I also want to move to Germany and work in a supermarket for a couple of months. I can't even get a job here. I don't want one. Talk talk talk, witter. It doesn't mean anything, it flies right over my head. We are flying to Edinburgh, buzzy chatty boys. They all seem very much alive.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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