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dear_mun2013-11-05 10:12 pm
fromcircumstances) wrote in dear_mun2013-11-05 10:12 pm
Voice testing; Canon is Achewood
Oh. Uh. Let's be real here, mun. It isn't like you're really going to play with me. You're going to shove me in a dark little corner of your mind, all not looking at me. All discarded memories and dreams you're just going to go and shove me in with and hope you don't have any reason conscious or otherwise to look in for. Kinda just sitting there with all the harsh words you been told over the years and the harsh thoughts you all never had the courage to say. Just kind of vitriolic whimsy.
It's not like I'm going to go to a game. I'm not a person who likes....games. All with their rules no one bothers to care about, all just making your own rules. It's not like any of the places we could go are even half-decent. I don't even have to get out of bed to worry about what might kill me, why go some place where the beds are even more likely to kill me themselves.
It's not even going to last thirty minutes, us talking here. You got all too much to do and I'm all too little to do anything with. Just thirty more minutes before you lump me in with the resentment you have about never getting a bike when you were young and the guilt you feel the one time you were piss drunk.
That's just me. Fading thoughts and the only shame that fades out.
It's not like I'm going to go to a game. I'm not a person who likes....games. All with their rules no one bothers to care about, all just making your own rules. It's not like any of the places we could go are even half-decent. I don't even have to get out of bed to worry about what might kill me, why go some place where the beds are even more likely to kill me themselves.
It's not even going to last thirty minutes, us talking here. You got all too much to do and I'm all too little to do anything with. Just thirty more minutes before you lump me in with the resentment you have about never getting a bike when you were young and the guilt you feel the one time you were piss drunk.
That's just me. Fading thoughts and the only shame that fades out.