Wednesday, February 04, 2004

La musique: nothing.

What am I? Why do I feel so distant, unwelcome. wherever I go. Paranoia. Everyone is talking about me, and it's all bad. I am I so self conscious? Irritable? What's wrong with me?
I'm lonely. I have few "real" friends. I'm a poser. Everything about me is seems so wrong. So contrived. I have no actual identity, only one stolen from others. I have no ambition, little pride, and less sanity. I'd call myself fake, but I don't know the real me let alone what I'm trying to become.
If anything, I'm very conscious of my surroundings, like a cameleon swaying with a branch. Predator and prey. Perpetrator and victim.
Shoot me before I shoot you.

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