Journal Entry #... -- Escapism Read: tl.gd/n_1sr4b8g

*Whatever her duty is, she finds herself bored. Watching the same shows, taking the same walks. She writes the same things, never finding the words to her hidden thoughts.*

An' a bunch of other poetics.

Holy shit, tha' was the longest fuckin' nap.

Heard tha' you were talkin' shit, an' didn't think tha' I would hear it!

Gettin' everyone fed uuuup!

This is me shot in da dark. *Flicks her pistachio shells at innocent bystanders. She's all dimples and batted eyes when the occasional passerby looks up in confusion from a stray shell stuck in their hair.*

Returned, forgotten. Something, somehow, it will be.

Expect a manifesto of banal misery. Or don’t. Can’t say what it is. Tired hope. Haggard bitterness. Rejected joy.

But I know I should let the feelings rise and fall. Rise and fall. That’s what they say. Let the memories slither past, leaving their goo from their clammy fingers dripping from your cheeks.

Patheticism suits you. Lean into it.

Bit embarrassing, if you think about it. Hoping someone will notice. Wanting someone to notice. Draw inwards, like a big girl. Come on. All that conditioning told you it’s better to not be a burden. Now stick to it, yeah.

I don’t trust ya, yeah. Don’t know if I can. Factory flaw, I s’pose.

Forget these halls.