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I'm Brain Dead Dizzy.Category: Thoughts.
Sunday, 3 February 2013
06:36:48 AM (GMT)
Only my Pokémon understand me. 

They are made out of pixels on a screen, and can be deleted. 

They don't feel anything and they don't think. 

They don't make decisions. 

They aren't real. 

And I feel happy in their company. 

Because they're just like me. 

I'm not real. 

I'm fake and I can be deleted. 

I can't make decisions. 

Only my Pokémon love me. 

They don't have any feelings except what I imagine into them. 

But I love them. 

I don't feel anything either, but I can pretend. 

I can pretend that I love. 

None of us are real, but together we can accomplish things. 

The things we accomplish are not real, either. 

It is only a game. 

The real world and the real people are not a game. 

Except, they are, actually. 

I can't tell the difference, so I ignore the real world, and stay with my Pokémon. 

Because they understand.
Last edited: 3 February 2013

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