I'm not real. Like, dude, I'm not real.
There's this really suffocating-y feeling constricting my thoracic cavity right now.
A panic attack.
A nervous breakdown.
I'm nothing.
I'm not anything.
What am I?
Please.
PLEASE!
Tell me.
Tell me what I am.
I need to know.
I need to know.
Oh God.
What am I?
Who am I?
Bruce Lee even, I have no problem.
I AM NOTHING.
I AM NOT REAL.
Am I a forty year old accountant? No.
Am I a 12 year old newspaper boy? No.
Am I a thirty-six year old actress? No.
WHO AM I?
A seventeen year old girl? No.
I refuse to be her. She is nothing. I am more.
BUT WHO AM I?
There's this really suffocating-y feeling constricting my thoracic cavity right now.
A panic attack.
A nervous breakdown.
I'm nothing.
I'm not anything.
What am I?
Please.
PLEASE!
Tell me.
Tell me what I am.
I need to know.
I need to know.
Oh God.
What am I?
Who am I?
Bruce Lee even, I have no problem.
I AM NOTHING.
I AM NOT REAL.
Am I a forty year old accountant? No.
Am I a 12 year old newspaper boy? No.
Am I a thirty-six year old actress? No.
WHO AM I?
A seventeen year old girl? No.
I refuse to be her. She is nothing. I am more.
BUT WHO AM I?
oh my god, we are the same age i completely forgot!
ReplyDeleteFURREE. THAT IS NOT THE POINT.
ReplyDeletePlus I'm older. By like, how many months is it? 7?
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