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All I need is what is around me right now. All I need to do is feel the vibrations and hear the music and feel it running through my veins through all of my body. My true love. Music.
Have you ever sat there with no distractions, no background noise, and questioned your entire life, wondered if the world would have been better off if you'd have never been born?
I hope not.
I want to marry someone boring. Someone who will shake their head at me and sigh, someone who doesn't have any points on their licence, someone who works in an office or someplace quiet and has never really gotten into any kind of trouble. Someone who won't try to change me, as long as I don't try to change them, who will love and respect me and we'll have a moderately happy life with an average number of children and live in an averaged sized house. Someone reliable, because lord knows I need them.
I was happy when I met you. I thought I only had one chance, you see, so I gave everything up when you came around my house in your car and I went with you.
I should have thought it over. Frankly, you broke me. Now I have to pay the price.
Are you bored?
The people inside the building will scream, some will fall. Run faster.
The papers will say more than they know. Excuse me, love, but isn't Britain already broken?
Your mother will cry. She never understood.
Your father will be disappointed. He didn't either.
The crowd might turn against you. They might not.
You don't have a message or a cause. You just want violence. I wonder how long one brick through a window will satisfy you for.
Couldn't you go play a board game or something, dear?
I'm standing out here in the cold. It's snowing. What did I think would happen? Did I think he would drop everything for me, drop his entire new life just to make me happy?
I don't know if breaking them up would even make me that happy. We'd both be so guilty - I know what he's like with guilt. I just know him so well. It's strange having someone in your life for so long, you think everything's great, then they just leave you. Maybe I'm too lonely. Maybe I should get a dog. Maybe it's the alcohol or all the photographs that I need to throw out.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He didn't say a word, just shook his head, and when they asked who it was he said it was noone and then closed the door on me. He still doesn't want me. I still need him.
I’m an artist. I’m talented – I create lies instead of sculptures. I break the rules. I paint onto other people's canvases. That's what every good artist does, right? Shocks and deceives.
Or am I thinking of an illusionist?
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