Well, as I see it, the only way to win is to play the game and beat everyone at it. And I mean, who’s to say you can’t make your own rules?
I’m not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I’m old, perhaps.
I feel like this is a horror story. That’s how scared I am right now.
“Don’t be scared.”
“That doesn’t help.
I feel like a crumpled up piece of paper that has something really important written on it. But no one will ever know what that is because all they see is something that’s been discarded.
Oh. C’mon, pretty girl. I like it when ya scream.
Mortals cannot perceive me with the physical eye whilst in my pure form unless it is of my choosing, for it would result in fatality, which begs the question of why you are an exception.
Damn. I never should have agreed to this. What is he thinking? Here we are in a piece of crap pickup truck on our way to sit outside of a supermarket to kidnap this girl. Damn. He’d better not be falling for her. Sure she’s cute, but I can’t think about that.
Derek’s. Lucas’. Ben’s. It’s beyond me what I must do to make them realize that I’m neither object nor possession. I don’t belong to any of them.
I know Matt is your friend, but I think he’s a douche bag.
Although richer and Number 1 in the charts at this very moment, I’ve come full circle; once again I am the lanky, ginger, friendless geek.- Egg