How strange am I? Sitting on the subway today I began imagining all the people before me were sick with a cancer. Pictured them balding from chemotherapy, faces sick and sunken from radiation. The truth.
Silly me, dating someone I don't even like. Maybe that's not it-I just don't take an interest in him. I want to tell him about me, warn him, but why bother if he can't see? I must make him nervous. I could be human and tell him, given the chance I'd break his heart, that he should not become attached to me. Do I have an ego or what? He's just a pleasant way to spend time. Evil?
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