why won't you ask me if i love you?
i don't want to seem needy.
sometimes we need people to be needy.
i'm not, if i am i hide it.
why? it makes me feel unloved, unimportant.
i'm scared of that, more than anything. except appearing needy. i'm based on the opinions of others. you.
that isn't true, you just notice it more than others.
do you notice it?
i don't notice any of your bad points.
you're aware of them?
i wouldn't be if you didn't tell me of them.
why do we insist on relaying our insecurities?
perhaps you're telling me before i tell you. only i wouldn't tell you. you notice things, negative things, about yourself only because you're looking.
we're all guilty.
yes.
why don't we look for the good things?
we're too imperfect. it's the other's responsibility, we need other people only to make us feel good about ourselves because we're incapable of making ourselves feel good.
everyone should talk to themself then.
they'd be happier.
are you happy?
no.
then why do you say they would be?
people aren't like me. they love and laugh and believe. they cry at death. they're human.
what makes someone human?
emotion, compassion, intelligence, imagination.
all mind, no heart.
unbalance is favourable.
why?
it's more interesting.
you're based on the opinions of others.
everyone is the same. or everyone is different. i wish i had a brain.
don't wish. i love you.
i hate you, i wish you would die.
i either wish i had never existed, or that everyone else would stop existing.
i love you.
you're a liar.
yeah.
so am i. it's impossible to not be.
to accurately express anything.
emotion is a diversion.
emotion is beautiful.
i want to destroy everything beautiful.
whether you destroy yourself in the process or not, you will be destroyed.
i was conceived destroyed.
you're so melodramatic.
it's like lying.
anything.
anything is awful. i'd love it.
you'd love anything?
i wish.
don't wish.
i'm sorry.
you're a liar.
i don't know what liar or sorry mean.
you're lucky.
nothing is.
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