Wannabe.
The words are sticky today,
Probably moist from my foul regurgitation of self-righteousness.
I hate it when I’m right.
Why do I do this over and over again . . .
I don’t need God to judge me, I can create Hell all by myself.
"I don’t know what I did, please call me back. I NEED to hear from you."
Fuckin’ word. It’ll haunt me for the rest of my life.
Why can’t I just find something real and normal?
Go on, tell me it doesn’t exist . . .
I may actually start to believe you.
Hmm. Need is a strong word, but don’t let it haunt you. As for that word . . normal, well, it’s true that there isn’t really a normal considering that normal would mean that it’s the same for even a large amount of people. It never is. When it does happen though, no matter how “weird” it might be, it’s the way it was meant to be.
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