You are surprised-
i like it.
...
You are surpised that your comrades could possibly have this opinion-
im not. i like the fabric. you dont.
You are unaware of my existence
You belive that you are alone in your room
With only the computer to keep you company
but i dont. i know who you are.
and i know what they are.
a narrator needs an audience, no matter how small or large
plus, they did try to make me bash open the wall.
people tend to remember stuff like that.
This is the seventh page, eighth if you were to count the prolouge.
Why would you not say anything sooner?
i thought-
...
im not sure what i thought.
maybe because you didnt do this before, i thought itd be ok
youd just be something in the background and id be up the front
its a bit stupid now that say it aloud though.
I am sorry for doing this
I was merely attempting to ensure that the Reader would not leave us
Should the Reader leave, we would cease to exist
You and I are merely thoughts in brains, and should those brains stop thinking of us, we would have no where to go
but still me liking the fabric doesnt do that much does it?
That is a belief that you hold, and it is wrong
It is better to hate the things in your life
Human brains are hard-wired to only recollect the painful moments of life
The Readers will leave if you do not hate
