open scene:
me.

with all my blue hair glory
and mom jeans swag.

setting:

my grandmother's ugly brown couch.

my ass seeps through the cushions.

her old fleed up dog licks his balls by the small tv.

it's a cooking show.

pan to:
close up of my orange lips.

cut to:
my big ugly grandma's couch eyes blinking.

mascara residue on my under eyes.

(and there's also me, au naturel, without movie screen synthetics and orange lipsticks. i'm kind of, scared.)

MOVIE ME:

sometimes you feel too much but not enough. it's like you feel in the wrong places of your brain. you should get a boyfriend.

ME:

(is confused)

THE DOG:

(licks his balls)

MOVIE ME:

you're beauty. you're grace. you can pick up a boy anywhere you want. what you need is confidence, and red lipstick.

ME:

(is self-conscious because of my orange lipstick)

MOVIE ME:

come with me.

ME:

(decides to trust synthetic me. though she is not really real and only lives in my subconscious and talks to me when i'm lonely)

THE TV:

(static)

FIN.

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wtf