I'm better as the tortured version of myself. Picturing The Doctor here with me, with my friends, celebrating and drinking on the water, him touching me, him being mine, I can't stand it. Because I don't want that. I don't want the touching and the non-wandering eye. I don't want strings and reasons.
I want to be tortured. I want to be flamboyant and spiteful and angry and tortured.
And now, us, its being turned into a thing. A thing that it never was. Why are we doing this? Why do we occasionally send each other sweet, thoughtful text messages just to say hi? Just to say something made me think of you how are you? We're acting like it was something. It was nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
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