I like being by myself. But sometimes I like being by myself with someone else.
I crave sex, I mean, love, I mean, death, I mean, you.
I want money, I mean power , I mean, respect, I mean, you.
I need adventure, I mean, commitment, I mean, solitude, ...
My imaginary friends
are not how I imagined them.
*This is a tiny story that I wrote and remixed with several image RECords a co...
Sorry to be so anal but I really dislike the way the thought bubble turned out in the first version, so here's a new version that my OCD can live with. The bubble was much trickier than it looks, honest! And the new version isn't perfect either but I it's the lesser of two evils ^.^
But feel free to ignore this, I'm just posting it so I can sleep tonight :D
Inspired by Joab Nevo's Tiny Story.
Text is modified just a tad.
Him & Her
"I am drawn to you", he whispered
"I was drawn just for you", she replied