Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I've stopped feeling. There is nothing left in me. Only the blood in my veins knows the truth about what is inside of me. My heart is empty. I have been left to rot. My cold hands know only that which is left behind. There is no love left here, love don't live here anymore.
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"You and I have a special talent, and I saw it immediately" "Tell me." "We're the substitute people." "The substitute people" "I've been the substitute person my whole life. I'm not an Ellen. I never wanted to be an Ellen; and I'm not a Cindy, either, although Chucks love me." "I'm sure they do." "I like being alone too much." "I mean, I'm with a guy who's married to his academic career. I rarely see him, and I'm the substitute person there. I like it that way. It's a lot less pressure." -Elizabethtown