I Am Being Brainwashed- 

The girl across from me likes being brainwashed- I didn’t want to say the other thing because HE would be mad- the one that everyone is now afraid of for real because he is just pissed off that he looks like the adult in Blue’s Clues- as opposed to Blue himself, and I want to depict Blue’s paws as something from a different life but I can never get past the part in The All American Rejects music video Dance Inside where the guy looks like my Dad from the seventies, except modern- and I have a crush on him because of the thing he does before he starts singing- and I bet his honesty will be rewarded with never having Herpes- the terror of all STD’s.  And the night where I saw the second born of the black haired family I think I was meant to be taking pictures, and I watched I Am Number Four last night for the third or fourth time- not all the way, though, and it was the not ALL THE WAY that sometimes I feel in my dreams when I have sex with myself- not the way one would feel- without any physicality I feel it inside of me and sometimes I can’t stand it but the other night it was too much and I told myself to go for more- and IT (#2- the scariest because I will never be the only girl) makes me wonder how that, in my unconscious, will eventually proceed to the consciousness- it’s the thing where when people hate and intertwine their legs so that they can get through it without looking scary- and I am sitting across from a dead person- blonde hair, maybe blue eyes, and she was the nice twin,, and she is wearing, from my viewpoint, green and red- maybe she was thinking something that I wrote about Christmas in one of my works, and she is most afraid of a boy named Jeff because he has something to do with what the other Jeff told all of my old friends to make them hate me- now they all want to be fake friends with me so that they can ruin me because of 2? Hockey players- except for the one guy that wanted to marry me until today, and he sent his boy into the Starbucks where I brainwashed being right now to say that the hockey player gets his power because of the way that I react to his sister, and he is one of the ones that won’t know the truth until the thing that all my other other friends are waiting for, and one of them is next to the blonde real old friend who I want to compare to someone dead, and the other girl is one of the other other friends- and she is black and she is giving me away to the blonde girl with blue eyes, although we are not married, and I am supposed to say that next Christmas the friend that looks like Eminem will be in the hospital for hallucinating, and he’ll probably be there because of the truth about the guy that was in the hospital with me that played I think the guitar, really loud and scary and no one cared.

And the future KA blonde girl’s family is getting a dog- not a Husky because they will ruin all her shoes, and now she is scared of the glasses of the lady sitting next to her because they remind her of A Wrinkle in Time and Bipolar Sunshine is her new favorite song and she is scared because of how she used to see her twin vibe to Eminem but all that is over now they are exposed and if one of her friends is reading this I suggest you read the rest of my portfolio because alto of it is about all of yous guys and now I am afraid of my red headed twin from grammar school who I actually never got along with but we used to be friends; and I still can’t believe that I got dumped by “the love of my life,” or, “the light of my life,” and I wonder what will happen to him once things get figured out, once I figure out what movie I want to see tonight- probably not Red Sparrow because I don’t like the lead actress, Jennifer Lawrence, and now the friend across from me says that all of your only chance is my fear, and I bet the kid that look like JT is wondering to death what that means, at THIS>VERY>INSTANT, and all I can say is you blew it.  And now I don’t know how I feel about you or any of them, but the thing in me feels ok when I see people that remind me of them and before I would have said I was going crazy just to get along with myself, and now she has to go and she feels bad about the way she used to interpret my sense of style, not because I am poor, but because I don’t know how to dress, I just copy people, I guess, like my arch enemy does, and now the other friend across from me is doing the face where she feels content within because of how she thinks he thinks of me, but I think the look is just to keep me from being scared of him.  Aaaand no I haver to go but there is plenty more where that came form, oh, I mean from.