Creep-Radiohead
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Wow I'm pathetic.
3:00 AM, sitting on a building listening to Radiohead crying.
No, before you think, I'm not gonna jump. I just like going to places like buildings or abandoned playgrounds or houses and just sit. It calms me down.
I'm twitchy right now to.
I just sat on a phone call for five hour and masked my tics.
I kept having to mute the thing.
My "siblings" are home.
I still don't get why I'm here,
They have no use for me,
I'm not an assassin, I'm in a cult. That's my job,
Being in a cult.
I mean sure, I'll be a part time assassin as long as I'm paid.
"Hey stranger"
Gods,
"Its not a coming of a-age movie y-ya'know?"
"Eh, whatever, so why are you up here?"
C-could ask you the sa-ame
Stupid tics.
"Heh, you have your snapchat location on"
"So you f-follow me?"
"Yep"
Arsehole
"Creep"
"Hey, you literally stalk people you yandere"
"Whatever"
"Eh I'm gonna get going now"
"A-alright bye-"
Alone once again,
Peaceful..
