bumblebeewhisperer
Almost away, almost forgotten. Almost leaving, almost free, almost awake. Almost sane, but HE won't let me.
An example of a runner, that's me. example of things HE does, HE comes into your house, Makes you forget things, and makes you feel like your losing your mind.
Control, control? Is this website taunting me? I HAVE NO CONTROL! HE TAKES IT AWAY! Why, I thought this would help, but no, no it just hurts.
Specific... Well the thing that makes HIM specific is the lack of face... LEAVE ME ALONE. GET OUT OF MY LIFE. YOU HORRID MONSTER!
The basic necessities, that's what I was taking. A tooth brush, some clothes, ramen noodles, blankets... And my laptop, I would need that too. HE is coming.
The tables here were smooth and cold. Just like the bench the other day. Although now, now I was starting a new life and this restaurant was my first step.
As the barber cut my hair, I knew that things would change. A pixie cut and then to a new city. Everything would change, no one would know me. I would become a new person. It would be great.
I sat on the bench, cold and sad. He left me, at the thought of this I can't bare what it will be like. But some how, here on this bench, in this park, I felt consoled. Then it started snowing. Sort of a good thing, now that I think about this day.
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