This is literary diary of bizzare person from Europe - now living in L.A
Still
Published on October 17, 2005 By Secret Literary Diary of Malte In Personal Relationships

I can't even think. I can't even think about it. I can't believe it. I have to make rituals to make it gone. 3 months passed. 3 months like 3 centuries. Everything has changed, everything has changed. The pain is like the air, it's normal. Something sweet and warm prevents me from sleeping. I can't sleep, I can't sleep without a word, without a word FROM YOU!. I don't know you, I don't know who you are, but you came and now you are living inside warm and sweet, like a vermin, like a worm. I don't know you, I don't want to know you. You are everywhere, you are everything, I need you. What happend to me.
Don't do it. Now I am small and kind of pathetic, but this is so sweet to beg you. It is so exciting to be under your control. But only for a while.You will never know about it. Don't push me away. Are you despise me? Do you know that you should despise me? Please. Now, I can not stand thinking about it. I can not stand thinking about you.I need you now, here, in this second. How I envy you your peaceful sleep. Without any tiny thought about me. You are so happy.You are everything for me now and this is so terryfing. I can't defence myself. I am lost.

It's a lie. Everything above it's a pure lie. It wasn't me. It was just a dispitful creation.
Now it will be about you.
I am dreaming about revealing everything. I want you know everything about me. I want you to find this and read this.
I want to see myself in you.
I can not detach myself from you.
It's an illusion. I know that. But it's an alluring illusion. Please be like I want you to be. Don't go. I could die.
You are the most beautiful mirror I have ever seen.
I do miss you. I do love you. I adore you. I can't help.Please don't make me feel bad. It's raining today, whenever I go out.

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