Who are you?

[simplexicated]

I think it's more I don't want to see it, so I don't. Ah. Isn't it scary? What? The ability to delude yourself into not seeing what's right in front of you.

[simplexicated]

She said I was useless. I know I’m not. Everyone’s good for something, I just don’t know what I’m good for yet. But when someone tells you something so many times, over and over again, you start to drown in their words. You start to believe what you’ve been told all along. You start to lose yourself.

s.l.

[simplexicated]

I remember when we used to talk. About nothing. For hours, we would talk about nothing. And those were some of our best conversations. Those were the ones that mattered most. Because it wasn't just about what you were saying; it was about hearing your voice, and knowing you were there, and knowing you could have said these things to anyone, but you chose me.

s.l.

[simplexicated]

I remember photographs we never took.

s.l., Six Word Story #6

[simplexicated]

If you knew, would you leave?

s.l., Six Word Story #5

[simplexicated]

Apparently forever lasts for three months.

s.l., Six Word Story #4

[simplexicated]

Some had scrapbooks; she had scars.

s.l., Six Word Story #3

[simplexicated]

He used to be a dreamer.

s.l., Six Word Story #2

[simplexicated]

Her eyes said what she couldn't.

s.l., Six Word Story #1