Sometimes, I feel like what I'm saying is nothing. And I don't want to say anything any more, but I keep saying things, keep saying and keep on saying things things things things things. I keep saying nothing.
And nobody's hearing me.
And nobody can see me.
I can't even see myself. I don't want to see myself anymore. I'm not me. I'm not seeing me anymore. I'm just not seeing me. I can't see me.
I can be invisible.
I don't want to be invisible.
But I don't want to be warped. I don't see me, and you can't see me, and no one can read me, and no one hears me, and I keep on saying nothing. I keep on keep keep talking nothing. And it's nothing. I want to stop talking.

6.30.2010
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- Betty Spaghetti
- GAMEPLAN: Travel. Experience danger. Love everyone; mostly you. Have a good day. Write a book or two. Kill self at the end of the day.
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