SOMETIMES I THINK EVERYTHING I DO IS A FRAUD, YOU KNOW? LIKE I’M GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS OF BEING AFFECTIONATE, OR EMPATHETIC, OR ENTERTAINING, WHILE ON THE INSIDE I’M ONLY READING LINES, STRUGGLING TO MAINTAIN THE FAÇADE. LIKE EVERYTHING’S JUST AN ACT THAT I’VE REHEARSED.
I UNDERSTAND. I TOO HAVE FEELINGS OF ARTIFICIALITY.
YOU’RE A GOOD LISTENER, HORSEY.
MAYBE I JUST PRETEND TO BE.
Story of my life.
This looks like my dog and my dog is enough of a dumbass to try to carry on a conversation with a stuffed horseMy other...
#well…that was accurate #and depressingly true
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