Burn me with your inattention then.

If that’s what keeps the flames dancing.

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Her Excuse

“I knew I was different from them. Or maybe there was something wrong with me. Or maybe I was the only who admitted openly how fucked up everything really was. I don’t know, really. I had no idea.

Either way, I just copied them -how they react, how they do things. That way I would feel less alone. I thought I’d learn by trying to be like them. Know what I found? Nobody knows exactly what they’re doing. Can you imagine that? So I ran away. They disgust me, all of them. And since I was a cheap imitation. I was disgusted with myself too.”