I'm starting to hate you so much I can hardly stand it. I don't even want to. I've never hated you. I now that, now that I've felt it. But now I know who you are, and you know. I look at you and I see her.
Traitor. Still, I say something like that and it makes me feel sick. I would rather not believe it. And what is a copy of the original since it's never truly the same? Sometimes I think we should truly pity ourselves. What if we had only been strangers instead? "Sisters"... I always thought something must have brought us together, or that maybe we were meant to find each other.
I don't want to feel this way. I don't want to overlook the truth, either. I must admit, I don't know what to do. I don't even know if I can be afraid.
Fake memories, implanted memories, whatever they are. In the end, I just wonder: Do you still believe in them?
This handwritten letter doesn't get sent. It goes in her bedside table with the "present" she received from Retrospec for Christmas, a similar letter to sisters she probably knows.
So here's what she texts:]
Have you gone back to work? Your boss was worried about you.
text; hope you were having a good weekend before this
I'm starting to hate you so much I can hardly stand it. I don't even want to. I've never hated you. I now that, now that I've felt it. But now I know who you are, and you know. I look at you and I see her.
Traitor. Still, I say something like that and it makes me feel sick. I would rather not believe it. And what is a copy of the original since it's never truly the same? Sometimes I think we should truly pity ourselves. What if we had only been strangers instead? "Sisters"... I always thought something must have brought us together, or that maybe we were meant to find each other.
I don't want to feel this way. I don't want to overlook the truth, either. I must admit, I don't know what to do. I don't even know if I can be afraid.
Fake memories, implanted memories, whatever they are. In the end, I just wonder: Do you still believe in them?
This handwritten letter doesn't get sent. It goes in her bedside table with the "present" she received from Retrospec for Christmas, a similar letter to sisters she probably knows.
So here's what she texts:]
Have you gone back to work? Your boss was worried about you.