You say JUSTICE, I say YUCK !

Schizophrenia
I was alone, invited by this guy. Even if I was sick, I couldn't refuse, don't know why. My brain was very confused but it was one of these moments, in which you want to be hurted. We were talking about "Shortbus" and listening to "Drinking In L.A. - Bran Van 3000". The hi-fi repeated it again and again, maybe only my brain. He was talking, I was watching, one of his lips, one of his ears, the way he rubed his hand against his thigh, only when he feels shy.
The "Shortbus" discussion was hard : I was wondering why I liked this movie, he was talking about being an artist as if there was a connection. I understood it was a big lie, my lie, he wanted to say no... When we spoke about the real problem, I've never felt so alone. He wanted to know me, to know more about me, just to feel safe because he knew that the unknown scared him. I wasn't sure about the limits of the unknown, he neither. There was that point, a dead end. After saying that english is easier, he was alone. I don't know where I was, maybe sleeping besides him.
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