im not fooling anyone. we're both home today because hes home everyday doing nothing so my days here of course coincide with his. and im cleaning my room. its a new day. its not sunny and its not raining. and for some reason i wander into his room because why not. its close enough to smell his insence. and there he is reading something.. whats that i say? you tell me he..he looks up. of course its a conversation ive had with someone other than him. of course. fucking of course. it shouldnt matter which conversation it was. or what it said or who it was. it was in a folder of mine. mine. not his. i never used to have to watch my moves. im pretty smart to save conversations to his computer. im pretty smart to even speak at all. my life under a fucking microscope. * |