i’m not sure how you expect me to believe that i am something more than the sum of my parts. i just don’t know where the whole soul thing came into the equation but it's probably either nature or nurture like everything else.
somewhere along the lines of birthday party invitations and justified anger that i’m not sure is justified now i found that being good is actually quite difficult. i think there's a rulebook somewhere on the tallest shelf but my arm doesn’t quite reach and i don't want to get dust on my hand.
i might like bookstores better than libraries- they have less dust and the scent of books is stronger there and i like that (everyone thinks they’re special when they say that) or maybe it’s that i don’t like how the books at the library are filled with endings someone already read. why didn’t you put a stop to it why didn’t you say something
did you know it’s easier to throw people away when you fold them up neatly rather than crumple them? i think i'm the worst person that ever lived but you sit next to me and tell me the same thing so i guess that means one of us is lying. i would cut myself up and take some of your nauseating pity just so you would hold me in your arms for a single minute so i guess that means we are both loved. and everyone knows you’re useless if not loved (unless you’re understood but everyone knows by now that’s a myth and even if it was real who said you deserved it?) but how does anyone love knowing that: it only exists in the absence of time and that unconditional love says more about the person giving it than the person getting it and that you could hold anyone's face long enough and think it tells the truth? all that i can ask for anymore is a memory i wouldn’t want to throw away
it’s terrifying that one day i will have to be okay with just myself
it’s too late to go into detail and there’s too much to explain and so i will tell you i love you and hope you understand the unsaid bits
ever since i stopped believing in god i've given my faith to the silliest people
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