they aren't our memories but you're right, they can
still kill us.
that part is really not fair. but gods memories aren't
complete either. maybe it's better not to have so many memories because we
aren't those people anyway.
we used to be. we're the echoes that remain. some of us are louder than others but in my case, i'm hardly a whisper.
[She's not sure which is worse: the thought that all she is now is all she's ever been or the thought that she lost so much of herself coming to this place.]
why do you want to be that person though? that person
is dead. even if we are just made things we are still alive right? i didn't
always think that way but i'm starting to.
i don't want to be that person. i just want to be a person. i was empty when i arrived here so i've tried to replace what i lost with what i can find here. but here i just lose what i gain so i'm unsure there's a point to trying.
i don't have any answers. every time i think i know
the answer somebody important to me dies or disappears. maybe there isn't a
point in trying, but giving up isn't any better. i don't think we get to be
who we want to be and i don't think any of us are going to be here long.
maybe you have a month before you vanish, let's say. what do you want to do
with that time?
be happy or work toward being happy. if this is a life, it's too short to waste on sadness and heartache. and i think you're wrong. i think this is a chance to be someone we want to be or figure out what kind of person we want to be.
cooking, romance, and cats. taking care of others so they'll be safe and happy. spending time with my loved ones. i'm still learning, too, so i experiment a lot.
i don't know about that. i'm not that nice of a person. sometimes i'm really selfish and use people. or enjoy hurting them and watching them suffer. and it's a rush to hold a person's life in my hands and crush it if and when i choose. they'd be luckier if they'd never met me.
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they aren't our memories but you're right, they can still kill us.
that part is really not fair. but gods memories aren't complete either. maybe it's better not to have so many memories because we aren't those people anyway.
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we're the echoes that remain.
some of us are louder than others but
in my case, i'm hardly a whisper.
[She's not sure which is worse: the thought that all she is now is all she's ever been or the thought that she lost so much of herself coming to this place.]
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why do you want to be that person though? that person is dead. even if we are just made things we are still alive right? i didn't always think that way but i'm starting to.
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i just want to be a person.
i was empty when i arrived here
so i've tried to replace what i lost
with what i can find here.
but here i just lose what i gain
so i'm unsure there's a point to trying.
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i don't have any answers. every time i think i know the answer somebody important to me dies or disappears. maybe there isn't a point in trying, but giving up isn't any better. i don't think we get to be who we want to be and i don't think any of us are going to be here long. maybe you have a month before you vanish, let's say. what do you want to do with that time?
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or work toward being happy.
if this is a life, it's too short
to waste on sadness and heartache.
and i think you're wrong.
i think this is a chance
to be someone we want to be
or figure out what kind of person
we want to be.
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i don't know what would make me happy. i don't even know what that would feel like. what makes you happy?
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taking care of others so they'll be safe and happy.
spending time with my loved ones.
i'm still learning, too, so i experiment a lot.
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i'm bad at cooking, cats don't like me, and i think if i brought somebody flowers and chocolates they would laugh in my face ha ha
that's good for you though. if those are the things that make you happy then do them and don't let anybody stop you
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you seem nice enough to me.
but thanks.
i'm trying my best.
it's all anyone can do, i think.
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i guess you're right. whoever your loved ones are, they sound like lucky people.
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i'm not that nice of a person.
sometimes i'm really selfish and use people.
or enjoy hurting them and watching them suffer.
and it's a rush to hold a person's life in my hands
and crush it if and when i choose.
they'd be luckier if they'd never met me.
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maybe stick with cats then
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i'd never murder a cat.
they're just too cute
and always love me.