I have a crazy obsession, almost a compulsion, about being remembered. I worry so so much that everyone I've met will just forget me and never think about me again. Sometimes it goes too far.
I'm full of anger and loneliness. Breathing is difficult. I'm unwanted and so easily replaceable, as made clear by DD tonight.
I wonder what my life would be like if I were to stop worrying about being forgotten and making people proud and instead focused on shocking people and being controversial.
I think it would be better.
All I want is something simple, casual.
Something that makes me feel necessary.
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