journal: iv been writing on napkins all day , at a coffee shop that always lets me down. sometimes all the conversations i hear seem to be a metaphor for me , and even the crosswords people left behind tell me that i am dead. i dont want to know if im dreaming , i want to know if i am dead. but the conversations never help, and im not intrested in magic , or uncovering some game to play. some stupid lonly game to play , that turns into a show. still some hope would be nice. i would have been at this coffee shop today no matter what, even without a reason. but todays reason was that i was hoping to get an ecstasy pill. isnt that depressing, i think so. iv never rolld , its a bad idea , im not trying to trip, im not trying to go crazy and unlock my hidden genius, i just want to get sad and cry and feel like a girl. because thats what the dead want, most of all. you know i dont have alot of hope in this.
the kid never showd up , 2 bad so sad.
i walked outside for one of many cigerettes, and my "friend" walked up and said he wanted to make a t-shirt that said "fuck people" he then told me some people in the coffee shop were making fun of his speach impairment. iv never noticed a problem with his speach, and i told him that.
then he asked me if i ever just want to get in a brawl, and i was like "yeah" and i started to tell him how someone tryd to fight me at the library for talking on the phone, but some other people came outside for a smoke and he just walked awy in the middle of my story.
so i went backinside to write on napkins for another 2 hours.
anyways its almost the end of the story and i go out for another ciggerette, a drunk man comes out rite after me and says somthing about how cold it is. i didnt have shit to say to this guy and i didnt realy have much hope or intrest in him at all.
but im like " i know" "is it supposed to get warmer" and he says 'shit i dont know" then he tells me its to early to start thinking about spring and that then its july and you take out your boat and then its fucking winter again. and i said "yeah you shouldnt have to much hope"--( i didnt have shit to say to this guy} then he surprised me and said a little hope can get you along way, and then he looked at me and said " it depends what world you live in"
before i could finish appreciating what he said he told me how he was still waiting for his 6'2 amazon chic whith three boobs and an ass and all this stupid shit. im so sick of all this sci-fi shit. anyways it made me sick in the past, and know im just dead to it.
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