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there's always that reader-writer mental connection: an understanding that's automatically understood, but more on a mental level rather than a verbal level. now, we could go on trying to describe what exactly this understanding is but you and me both know that we're inevitably doomed. doom, that's an interesting topic but i feel as if it would end up some where mixed up in the opinions of oblivion, and hey, i'm no hazel grace (by the way - fuck you, stars). i want to believe that my mental connection with you, reader, is going to successfully make it over-the-barrier so we stay on the same page, but i feel like there's a break bc i'm barely attached to reality anymore. as a new writer, i'm a little arrogant about my work, so in my mind this all to you is just wow. you're totally taken away by your fascination of myself. before you twitter-trash me for being a self-conceded bitch, know that i know, and i know that you know that there is no fascination of myself coming from either one of us - i'm just simply another lame human with a laptop. basically, all you need to know about me is that i don't believe in capital letters bc i don't believe in authority.
p.s. you, are also a lame human, bc you have spent the last few minutes engaged in my messed up line of thought. how does it feel?
-tj
