why oh god oh fuck why

pain pain pain pain pain pain

[breakoutgirl]

I can only escape it when I sleep and not for long

[breakoutgirl]

The room is decrepit, but it is not abandoned. No - people line the wall on the opposite side, clumped together in groups or individually staring into their own world. I am sitting on the other side of the room, where no one is but where people will be. I am surprised at the relative lack of love given to this one. Perhaps because more hate is poured unto it than love. Unlike the inner rooms (which are frequented,) and unlike the room on the other side of the building (which is filled with passion so black-red with intensity that it pushes so many out, it is shaped by judgement and pointed into sharp spikes, which can permeate flesh,) it continues, with grey, inward hate. We dance there, and our shadows dance on the walls. We walk among ourselves, and we go out. I do not like my shadow. I do not like the way that I dance.