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fake like me, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from fake like me by barbara bourland.

i’m afraid that once i’ve said it, i won’t want it anymore.

i don’t imagine it’s something you discuss.

how can you still live here?

i can’t stop asking the rudest questions. i don’t know what’s wrong with me.

i’ve been meaning to ask for so long if you remembered.

i’m sorry. i should have known you all this time.

please don’t stop being my friend.

it’s new york. nobody remembers anything.

you look like summertime.

what have you been doing with yourself?

you’re gonna ruin me.

it’s never been fun. why start now?

sometimes i don’t even think we like each other anymore.

you must think i’m such a mess.

my friend bought all my clothes, and they’re insane.

i look like a teenaged runaway.

are you embarrassed of me?

you can bullshit your way out of anything.

my work is all that i am.

you lie so smoothly.

all i want is to be special.

i want you to feel supported.

i can’t drink and work.

these are some of my favorite things in this whole stupid world.

i didn’t say anything. i was a coward. and i’m sorry.

i’m sorry you had to see that.

i’m so sorry i got you in trouble like that.

i can’t believe you never told me that.

do these pictures make you feel like shit?

let’s eat dinner and get drunk and forget about it.

you’re just the same as the first time i saw you. are you a vampire?

where’d you learn how to do that?

i hate that i hurt you.

if you let go, you might float away.

does everybody have keys to this place?

how can you be the person that you are?

how can you walk around full of all that feeling?

i hate men. like, i really hate men.

i know who we are to each other. i’m not afraid of it.

it is so awful to want.

if god is real, ‘don’t let yourself want anything’ should be the first commandment.

i don’t want anything from you.

everything changed after you left.

we were all in love with each other.

i meant to write and tell you, but somehow i never did.