“you know how some people say, I can see you with kids someday? well, the problem is, that someday, I can’t even see it. I can’t see myself existing at all. I just don’t feel it. I don’t even think I’ll be around.” she doesn’t listen well.
she doesn’t have answers. she has scripted sentences. she can’t say what she really means. she’ll find herself trapped inside a mute body. she’ll be searching to find a man who can finish her sentences for her. “thank you. thank you. yes, that’s it. you say it better than I do.” she’ll learn to love sports for him.
“I think about death every day. it’s not an unhealthy obsession. I just think about it. it’s a blessing. life is too short, you know?”
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