Selene York (
nott_caine) wrote in
dear_mun2012-06-03 06:53 pm
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Feelings on Apping for Bete Noire
What the fuck? Half that shit you put down was all that "touchy-feely" bull. What the fuck do you know about my feelings or thoughts? You talk about my mother, my sister, but that's none of your goddamn business.
I just....I need another drink. You never really sit and think, not deeply anyway about who I am or what I want. I'd rather we keep things that way. We had a good partnership, you and I. It was formal, you'd pretend to be me for awhile and feel badass, and I get the chance to live. But now...how am I supposed to respond? You try to get in my head, you know? It's no good. There's too much there. Too much of the beast and the darkness. My soul wants to draw you in, but I don't think you have the balls for it. Best leave it as it is. Otherwise, you might never sleep again....
I just....I need another drink. You never really sit and think, not deeply anyway about who I am or what I want. I'd rather we keep things that way. We had a good partnership, you and I. It was formal, you'd pretend to be me for awhile and feel badass, and I get the chance to live. But now...how am I supposed to respond? You try to get in my head, you know? It's no good. There's too much there. Too much of the beast and the darkness. My soul wants to draw you in, but I don't think you have the balls for it. Best leave it as it is. Otherwise, you might never sleep again....
