no one's calling you back. (they're still not interested in talking.)
...what if someone cared?
does this sound familiar?
it's just so easy to do. so why do you keep messing up?
now you folded it wrong, and can't start over? and you ruined another one... another piece of expensive paper.
but, you'll fix it. you just need to try over, and over, and over.
a totally bogus life development
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so it turns out, being the bad guy doesn't feel so great.
it's messed up. that you're gone. someone else has you... and no one's giving you back.
once, I didn't know you. but now I can't forget. and I'm still talking to you, like you're right here next to me, reading these words with your hand over mine.
that stupid fucking party.
but now that no one’s reading these words, I can talk about whatever I want, right? so I'll talk about a few good things... like earlier, when I was out doing a little bit of post-trip harvesting, i saw a stray cat playing with a bug in a small patch of grass!!! and!!! I thought it was really cute :) i'm glad that even in this faked out world, there's still cats, even if he's not around.
well, whatever. at least i don't have to deal with needles for a while or shave my balls and i can do what i want and listen to music as loud as i want and my schedule can be whatever i want...
and I still have all my "dolls", right? 
...
...yeah i miss him.
it's not all in my head, it's all in his notes... maybe I'm the only one who can see it? but they all fit together... right?
yeah. fall into it.
there's more in store for you.
