"I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can." -Ernest Hemingway

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Monday, August 26, 2013

Musings of the Smart Girl with Pink Hair and High Heels (Conundrum)

Look at my face. Do you think you can really see anything? You are only looking at what I choose to show you.
I don’t want you to care about me. I don’t want you to take an interest. I don’t want to care about you or your life. I just want to be blissfully alone.
Now, look into my eyes. Do you glimpse the girl crying behind those pupils? Do you see the broken human being screaming out for you to care?
I want you to care about me. I want you to take an interest, so much so that you see past the mask I’ve plastered to my face.
Notice my absence from your gatherings. Do you take a note?
I hate you people. I just loathe my kind for our selfishness. I hate how your needs will always be put before mine, even at the expense of harming me.
Take a look at how I stick to the outskirts of conversation. Do you imagine what is going on in my head?
I just want to escape. I want to leave all of y’all behind and run away. I just want to escape the suffocation of companionship.
Look once more at me. Do you even see anything?

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