My Teeth

Oh my god. My teeth are killing me. I don't have time to die right now. What will I do?

Superfluous

In the real world, when I talk, people listen to me. When I smile, they smile back. When I make jokes, they laugh. I don't need to be the centre of attention, but I need to be heard. I need to be recognized. I need to exist.

I don't exist here. I'm just one of a billion pitiful souls who want friends, who want to love others, who want to be loved. I'm one of a billion looking for the same thing, looking to fill the same empty space. And so I'm nonexistant. I am of no special interest in this world. Just another girl who doesn't stand out as being anything different or unusual. Just like a billion other boring girls. I'll talk to myself here where I can listen to my own echo, instead.

Working

I'm working harder than I want to right now. I was good at my old job, and accustomed to it, so it took less effort to do, and even less in the way of forethought. Now I have to plan ahead again. I hope that I'll get better at that. I have mixed feelings. I want to be challenged by my work, but I'm also inherently lazy.

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Something is going on and I don't know what it is. Unlike longwinded letters, silence doesn't explain itself like that.