thinking about how to solve all the questions in my head, that nobody listens or answer those, nobody answers because nobody hears those questions. The thoughts that i had but never shared. It was a mess but look at me now sharing the mess with you.
last night we fought, we fought about our feelings, "true feelings" what's exactly our feelings are towards each other? Are we just fucking around? Is it just lust or more than that? More like how "love" love is just a word if you write it down, but if you feel it- can you really feel it? can we feel the love l-o-v-e. I told him love is overrated in today's world, and he agreed or more like he believed that love is overrated. This story isn't about love, it's about me and him, it's about us, it's about the man who lives inside my head, i don't even know his name, or he doesn't really have a name, or is it just my voices? where it all started? or should i ask how it all started? WHEN? WHERE? HOW? WHY? WHAT was the purpose uhh? what was the purpose of all those little characters in my head?
"since when?"
"since fucking always"
so he loved me?
"why would you say that to me now?"
i mean why he never say this before? no No no nobody said the word love here, we use the word "care" to express this feeling
yes, "i care about you" is more powerful than "i love you" it has more meaning and feelings, don't you think so?
"don't you think so"
he just smiled
who smiled? he smiled i can see it, more like i can feel it
maybe i should describe how he looks like in my head, more like in my imagination,
tall? old? no no, he's a middle aged man, sounds right okay so he's tall all i can feel is he's tall, rich maybe? sounds like a "sugar daddy" stop i can't say that he's not but kind of, wait you wanna know how it started? oh, the memories are flashing,
YOU ARE READING
the voices
Randomit's a short story that plays in my head and that i wrote in my notes not a long ago.
