Some days, I feel so alien to the world around me. On these days, every touch feels false and every word seems shallow. Even once great ideas and luminous ideals fall back into the shadows of the pointlessly empty. On these days, I also tread cautiously, for I know that in this realm I often set myself up to fall. Chasing my own demise because demise is all I see, today. So I lock myself away, so that I don't infect those around me with my ominous tone, if one had an infectious way with others, one must be careful as to what exactly they instil in them. Isolation will always be my mistress, I hope you can deal with the slut. Sorry I didn't hang, I wanted to but couldn't muster the will to overcome myself. I'm not sure if I'm making any sense to anyone else either, I usually don't express myself when my internal compass is askew because I'm not sure if these words will be interpreted in the way I wrote them. Goodnight, x
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Thanks guys, I'm starting to love this place. So she replied :) ... Hey, sorry I just woke up a while ago. Well I think I hear you loud and clear. If you need to be on your own, you don't need to explain but i'm glad you felt like you could and you don't have to apologise. I understand. But i hope it's not too much of a negative feeling for yourself, that mistress of yours. I can handle it, the words made sense in a very poetic non-sane (not insane, just in a other way). But see you at work today, x
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