There's a thing about cocaine - when i was doing it secretly, it didn't make me very sociable. i forget how others were, but it made me very inner-directed. so being in a sketch and rehearsing and the "hail fellow well met" camaraderie and all that stuff, i couldn't fake that or force that. it was painful.
Angeline's been hanging out with that dhampir. i just saw them walking off together. is something going on with them?" "which dhampir?" i asked. "the one with the fake british accent." "i don't think it's fake." "well, whatever." even i could read the jealousy in trey's features. "what's up with them?" "pretty sure there's nothing." "then why are they always together?" because she's trying to get over you, i thought.
Incessant adj. the doubts. you had to save me from my constant doubts. that deep-seeded feeling that i wasn't good enough for anything i was a fake at my job i wasn't your equal my friends would forget me if i moved away for a month. it wasn't as easy as hearing voices nobody was telling me this. it was just something i knew. everyone else was playing along but i was sure that one day they would all stop.