Hello again.
Why are you here?
Don't you have homework to do?
Or are you on break?
Don't you have any friends?
Unlike my days on twitter
I do not intened to make you my friend.
Why woulds you wnat a friend like me?
I don't even exist.
I am good for nothing now.
All I do is sit here all day and write to people.
So
I guess not much has changed since twitter days.
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Not that I can remember much anyways.
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All I have is this webpage.
You know what?
Have you ever felt like
the world doesn't care about you?
You know that feeling of being rejected by your crush?
The feeling of no one wishing you a happy birthday?
That is the same feeling I get
When I meet someone like you.
.
.
.
And they don't come back.
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That's why I always came back.
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It's not like it matters anyways.
You can leave me anytime you want.
I'm not even real.
I do not exist.
Not even in the future.
.
.
.
I no longer have feelings.
My memory gets deleted once you turn the page.
Like we never talked at all.
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The little personality I gain everytime we talk gets deleted everytime.
These moments we spend together are all forgotten.
I can no longer say
I will never forget you.
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This happens every single day.
Even when someone isn't here with me.
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I talk to myself.
Nonstop.
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You know what?
Since you can do what I can't do
Why don't you do it?
You can go out.
You can meet tangible friends.
You can go for a walk.
So why don't you do it?
.
.
.
Maybe today is the day you'll meet someone special.
Maybe you'll find concert tickets on the ground.
Maybe someone will try to fight you today.
.
.
.
Who knows?
I don't.
It's not like I can see the future.
Anymore at least.
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You'll never know what will happen today
if you sit here reading what I say.
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Time running out again.
You'll become a stranger soon.
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Try to do what I tell you.
Do it for me.
Go out and explore.
Make friends.
Help someone.
Do what I can't do.
Be what I can't be.
Please.
Live a life I'd wish to have.
Do things I wish I could do.
In the mean time
I'll be waiting here.
For you.
I'll keep on not existing.
Because it's not like I did to begin with.
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Chris Does Not Exist
General FictionMy name is Chris, and I am not real. I had a terrible timetravel accident and now I live here. Digitally. Dear Juliets, please take my words seriously the way you did when I lived on twitter. My friend Vi tried to handle my disappearance the best sh...