Ivy was always the corner stone to the terrible cliche of our lives. She took us to the pretty houses where random people that we know chill.
She was our portal into the world of a highschool movie. Of parents that blinded themselves to misbehaviors....to everything that I had always wanted.
I'm not supposed to be here, both literally and metaphorically. I was always a misfit, a spectator, a charity case....so the only one that I fit in with is the cat!
This place is strange. Because I've been here before. Some people feel betrayed or can't accept the future....but I must leave now, surrender to destiny.
We're sitting here, remembering the dead. But I wish there was somewhere peaceful for me to digest.
I used to go to my great grandmother and my grandmother's houses. I never remembered them til now. And throwing up onions at my dad's house. Computer games and
Courage The Cowardly Dog...and being home alone in a big house, when we lived with that egyptian guy who needed a roomate.
But I find it increasingly easy to be honest.
It might've made sense like forever ago, but now I really don't know.
We're somewhere really far away. So now I'm a victim to a terrible cliche.
What an end to a dream of a day. We've returned from suburbia unharmed.
And then I saw him. Satan, as if I was in a perfect dream and I'm pretty sure he spoke to me....I never thought I'd say that I really miss him so.
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