She forgets me
October 16th 2009 01:35
Most of the time she forgets me.
When I am not around.
Most people remember me.
When I am not around.
I forget most people when they are not around.
I remember her, because she forgets me.
I remember that she forgets.
I want her, because I am probably close to having a narcisistic personality disorder.
When she wants me and remebers me I won't love her anymore.
Mechanics think of all sorts of things that are wrong with their car. They think of all sorts of things that could be better about their car. Sometimes they don't do them, because they can't be fucked after working on everyone elses car. But that makes them sadder because they know that there is a lot they could do to their car to make it better.
If they could be fucked.
Their gap between the perfect car and the real car is massive. Because of everything they know.
I wish I was a mechanic.
I wish she didn't forget me because then I wouldn't make her love me and leave soon after.
I don't mean that to happen. I try to avoid that.
But I get lost in their eyes. I forget who I am and see who they see, and I like that.
Then I get bored and leave.
Maybe when I stop being a mechanic I will fix my car.
Then she can forget me all she likes and I won't care at all.
In a good way.
When I am not around.
Most people remember me.
When I am not around.
I forget most people when they are not around.
I remember her, because she forgets me.
I remember that she forgets.
I want her, because I am probably close to having a narcisistic personality disorder.
When she wants me and remebers me I won't love her anymore.
Mechanics think of all sorts of things that are wrong with their car. They think of all sorts of things that could be better about their car. Sometimes they don't do them, because they can't be fucked after working on everyone elses car. But that makes them sadder because they know that there is a lot they could do to their car to make it better.
If they could be fucked.
Their gap between the perfect car and the real car is massive. Because of everything they know.
I wish I was a mechanic.
I wish she didn't forget me because then I wouldn't make her love me and leave soon after.
I don't mean that to happen. I try to avoid that.
But I get lost in their eyes. I forget who I am and see who they see, and I like that.
Then I get bored and leave.
Maybe when I stop being a mechanic I will fix my car.
Then she can forget me all she likes and I won't care at all.
In a good way.
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