Thursday, July 19, 2007
tonight i spoke less than 10 sentences at the dinner table. i left no space for penetration. i was just a display behind the glass pane, they see me as clear as crystal, but they couldn't reach me. they tried shattering my barricade with a hammer, but even then i'm just a cold hard inanimate entity whose soul has left its physical body. don't love me anymore, for i will not reciprocate any. nor do i feel guilty. i'm desensitised by my own indifference every single time. i want to be in the rain, i want to feel pain. just let me be who i want to be.
posted @ 10:00 PM