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Happy Birthday to you.

Thank you, you remember...

I feel strange.  My nose is numb and it feels like there is dust swirling in there when I breathe.  My stomache is cringing while the acid crawls up my esophagus and clings on to my skin, leaving it burnt and raw.  The back of my neck is hot while the rest of me is chilled with the feeling of a fever.  I'm dizzy and lightheaded, confused as to where I am and why I feel this way.  I see things that aren't there or my mind distorts it into something it wants it to be. 

 

You want to know what I see when you are aaaaaaaaaall fucked up?  I see this disgusting, pitiful, waste.  Hunched over, sick, eyes blood shot, skin is red, you look like you are all bones and withering away to nothing.  I see your eyes are moving back and forth, as though you can't control the speed of your nerves, although I wouldn't blame you because afterall they are probably shot to hell.  You are begging for mercy, swallowing your pride, and actually giving yourself less credit than you deserve.  (Not by saying you are sorry, but by doing those things to yourself.)  You look evil, so fucking evil.  You are not the sweet, creative, beautiful, loving, charming, funny, deep, Brannon that everyone loved and knew so well.  You seem posessed with something.  A great evil that tears you to pieces and you can feel it, I can feel it, you can see it, I can see it, just as clear as anyone else can.

My skin is crawling.  I keep brushing something off of it that isn't there. 

What was I really looking forward to that day?  Let me tell you. 

Hanging out with an independent yet caring, loving, fun Brannon Twiford.  Hang out, take pictures, talk, play video games, talk about your new computer, maybe go for some coffee.  Sounded like a great escape. 

What did I really get?  A fucked up, dirty, ragged, torn, shredded, mass of pieces forced together in positions that obviously didn't fit. 

I miss you, Brannon.  Not even the fact that I haven't seen you in so long, but I miss YOU. 

You may think I am having a good old time hanging with my pals (which I don't have anybody by the  way, they all left me in the fucking dark) and enjoying life.  But I think about you, and it tears me to pieces when I see the flashes of your face when you are like that.  I just can't take it.  I never gave up on you.  But you have to understand that it hurts so much.  They can all hate me until they are blue in the face for putting up with your shit.  Truth is, I don't, but I just am hoping to see that old Brannon shining through because it seems like it would be worth it to me.  Your friendship. 

When/if you get this, don't call me.  I'm not at home... I'm at Reba's.  But do take the time and think about it. 

So how is the new computer coming? 

Its great Melly! Wish me luck, and thanks for coming to see me the other day! I'll call you when i get the chance to! I really mean it when i say that you are my best friend! I love you forever girlie! 

Hey, this computer is being slow, like severely and it's gay.  HAHA, and have you ever noticed the URL when you click on login?  It says "priceOfBeans"  hahaha.  OOOOOOOh gosh, twas amusing.  Anyway, what's--really--good?  I tried calling you back, but your stepmomma said you had gone to bed.  : (  I need to know about what time you are going to be over here.  And another question.... do you still have packs o cloves?  If so, may I have a pack?  I will payeeeee.  I'm looking forward to coffee and conversation.  I've been looking forward to it for a while.  Maybe we can just meet somewhere?  Like Muddy Eye's or wherever you wanted Java.  She's a girl you don't wanna meat, cuz she's a vegan.  Yeaaaah.  Okay well see you tomorrow I guess.

nice ; hoaxes ARE the 'reality'