Neko, you retard. Don't start getting all down in the dumps. So what if he was online and didn't email you? Who cares? He's just some asshole you met on MySpace who sent you a few dirty emails and a few hot pictures. Just like all the other perverts on MySpace. Sure, he's not married like most of them, but still. It doesn't matter. Just because he's hot, doesn't mean you're in love with him. You don't know anything about him. Really now. Don't be such a fuxing idiot. Stupid girl, you still haven't learned a thing.
My first tendency is to withdraw. Like a snail or a sea anenome (can't spell it, can't pronounce it). Close down my account at MySpace, stop responding to emails, make everything dark again. Suck back into my skin, into the comforting darkness inside myself. The darkness that I'm used to. The darkness that I lived in so completely until those pills started dissolving themselves in my stomach. Yes, don't speak to anyone. Immerse yourself in your creative endeavors. Listen to that new NIN cd you bought and turn out the lights and light up a smoke (you really have to quit, you know). Get drunk and forget you're not a rock star.
The more you involve yourself with them, Neko, the more you become vunerable. The easier it is for them to weaken your shell. How foolish of you to come out of it. How foolish, Neko. What is it that'll make you not care? What will it take, after everything you've been through, to open your eyes? Arrrg.....quiet you! (Ignore this completely)
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Don't troll myspace. That place feels creepy.
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