she sounds like shes trying to convince herself, not me. but really, thats how it always is. no one ever talks to me, they talk to themselves. i just smile and nod and secretly plot their seperate demises. it's just a fantasy i toy with, nothing serious, you understand. she sounds like she is trying to make herself beleive her obvious lies. i could care less about her nothing life. her parties and people. her words aren't even registering. i wonder what would happen if i just stopped answering her? she's not even listening to my responses anyway. she keeps taking everything seriously. i'm trying to make up the most outlandish crap that i can in an effort to make her stop and question me, but she steamrolls right over me. i can't compete with her lack of an attention span.

she always sounds like shes asking me a question. every sentance. that weird little upturn at the end of a string of words that somehow makes one feel compelled to answer.

she is making my head literally hurt. she thinks, for some odd reason, that she is a mature and adult individual. she is not. she's just another human. talking incessantly. she is a very emotional person, she is telling me. thats the one thing that i can believe. she's completely like everyone else she thinks is above. she is making my head ache like it used to in high school when i would be unable to see or speak. i dont even really know what shes talking about. why is the whole of humanity going slowly to helll? not quite slowly. i can almost smell the seared flesh. i'm right there with you, people. i'm stoking the fires alongside of you. i wish we would somehow de-evolve down to some mutant version of ourselves. a gibbering, even more destructive race to take the place of our own. then, i wouldn't have to listen to her endlessly talk about nothing. i could kill her.