Last night I had a dream that I had cancer. And I was happy. I wanted it. I don’t wish that on anybody, but if the fates have to choose someone, choose me and not the child. Choose me instead of the mother or father, choose me instead. I deserve to die. I don’t have any friends, my family will miss me, but I’d take one for the team. For the betterment of the human race.
—Anna
It’s been a while. Basically this summer I’ve been sitting on the couch. Doing ab nat and not dying my hair. I got scared. eh whatever.
I am writing again. A story. Realism. It’s new for me.
Oh and watching Gymnastics I hear someone doing a routine to Shakira. That person should win.
—Anna
Seriously? So my friend is on YouTube. I am too, for the record, but he has recently signed up for a program that adds view counts. These new “views” have gone to his head. A recent facebook status has him declaring his “public figure” status.
You are not a public figure. Not even the people in the underground know who you are. You, like me, are a person who talks to a camera.
You shouldn’t do it for the fame. It shows.
—Anna
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Is for someone to listen.
Is that so much to ask?
Why is it the people that need to listen, never hear?
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