"And you are soft. Squishy insides. Like your big fat heart!!!! Squeeze it and tears come out."
But
I don't really exist
I'm just pieces of information
being put together into a made-up personality
an idea
an idealized idea
a combination of memories
a projection of loneliness
a temporary, unstructured, lust
a product of denied longings
a background music
and I accept it
I shouldn't matter
