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And my reaction was avoiding what I was so diligently supposed to do. Like a good girl, obedient and unwavering. I didn't do anything tonight. I didn't do a single thing. It's 3:01 am. Useless, worthless, a fucking zero. Please, call me a bitch. I really deserve it.

I was thinking about this gorgeous dress. She fell in love with it too. The colour of it was so rich, it glowed luminous against her skin. I watched her put it on at night after night in front of the mirror, gently touching the soft material. She only went out with it on a few times because she didn't want to risk ruining it. Days go by, she tried on the dress maybe once or twice a month. Less and less. Too tarnished to care, another heap of cloth in the closet with the seams all torn and fabric outstretched. It was forgotten. And every night I lay there thinking of this gorgeous dress.

Your connotations are different from mine.
royce
Revelation.
bingo.
I hurt him. On the backwards road, you know me too well already. Give me a psychoanalysis of this condition. compulsive liar. Now give me an antidote. (reminds me of Divine) I'm a mess as we speak because everything's a-okay but everything's not. I'm fine, honestly.