Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Dear whomever...

I am a ghost. Not in the literal sense, though I may as well be. People ignore me and, in those rare moments when someone does acknowledge my existence, they consider me a burden.

Life is so full of disappointments, it's genuinely difficult to know how to react when something good happens. You expect people to be responsible. You expect people to be decent. You expect them to think.

If I post something tomorrow, then you'll know that I didn't have the spine to go through with it. I never do.


Blogger Tyrone Allen said...

Hey Tor. It's BlueVengeance. Don't do anything stupid. Contact me.

12:18 AM  
Blogger lonestarr357 said...

This is extraordinarily awkward.

I'd had a really lousy day filled with ignorant customers and the crushing knowledge that another year went by where I accomplished (almost) nothing. In true me style, I thought before I acted...or posted, as it were.

The pain I'd have to inflict on myself is a surefire way to keep me from ever really taking my life. Very sorry to have worried you. Happy new year.

12:30 AM  
Blogger Bev said...

Hey. I don't know you beyond knowing your name in the fandom circles, but I know what you're going through. I know what it feels like to be a non person and be shocked if someone notices you.

If you wanna talk to someone, I'm here for you. If you don't want to talk, I'll understand too.

12:38 AM  

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