The Slappee

I can’t talk out loud, with your foot tapping and your eyes doing that thing that you are probably completely unaware of. Plus, you always read my feelings, they don’t get voices. I sound insane, I wonder why, perhaps she’ll die. Anywaay, the point is, there will be no doors or walls, although the headthing of sending secret notes to each other was quite enjoyable. But no, not enjoyable enough to warrant a wall of any kind. Don’t think you’re a place holder. You’re not. I love you, and I’ll always love you, completely, I might just always leave the room at meal times hahaha I just thought about that but in the headthing you were singing it at me, but it won’t be like that. I’ll put the Vegemite down, you fucker. Well, I wont put it down, like a dog, god there are too many accidental metaphors at half four oh hundred.
Chutup, I love you, that’s all there is, there isn’t anymore.