you come home, and everyone talks at once and everyone asks questions, but no one waits for the answers.Instead they talk about themselves, what they've been up to, what they're going to do next, as if you're a photo on the wall.And then they talk to one another, forgetting you've jsut flown in, forgetting you're in the backseat, forgetting they've already said it all.

Smile. Nod. Say something witty before he finds out what an incredible geek you are.

The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.

Fake Is that what you are if you choose to improve the basic not perfect you?

‎Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?

Even without them touching me, I feel dirty about what I do. Alex does even filthier things but says it all washes off with soap. I don’t believe that. I think it all leaves stains. Indelible stains.

With you, I am Eve. And you are my beautiful Adam. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, happy. Naked.