I'm Nobody, who are you? Are you - Nobody - too? Then there's a pair of us...
Memory.

That's what I ended up writing my monologue about.

I have to perform it tomorrow.

I don't want to. Memorization sucks for me. And... its too revealing. It's what she wanted, so I wrote it, but it isn't the cool exterior I keep, the reserve I have for mixed company. I'm not masked or superficial in any way; rather, a very private person. This piece demonstrates that.

It's about how I need to break out of the vaults of memory and go on living despite what I long to hold onto in the past. It's my greatest struggle, and I wrote it as simply as I could.

It's true, but I wonder if it is. I tell myself to break out, to recover and come out of the places I've carved within myself, but I really don't want to do this. If one were to look deeper, the duality in my personas portrays this, though that is not entirely clear. I didn't want it to be.

I find it ironic that such content is the subject of my performance tomorrow of all days.

...

In other news, I need an orgasm.

Bad.
elowel