October 11, 2013
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oh
oh no oh no oh no oh no no no
i get it. i get the dream i had. and i hate hate hate that after all that i am still the same creature and that things had to be as they are because i could have been so different and it would not have been a problem and it is because of the mask BECAUSE I AM NEVER GOING TO COME AROUND AND BE WHAT I ALWAYS FEEL I AM. there will be no trotting away over the sand because all i can do is sit tight and know and shiver along with the rest of them, knowing i am a sham. and knowing that even if i were real, i would be repelled.
i want to smash something into his face. a bottle, maybe.
