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I'm tired of being your personal object. Your trophy that you hold proudly to your dumb fucking friends. I'm tired of being around you and all that you want from me is my pussy. I know I look good, but I would like you to see something else besides my body. I want you to love me for the fact that I know that hot water will turn into ice faster than cold water. Or that the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body according to size. Or that mosquitoes hate dance music. I wish that you knew that my favorite past time is to read old novels from the 60's. I wish that you knew my eyes will brighten with the slightest whiff of doughnuts. I wish you knew how much I love carpenter bees, despite being allergic to stinging insects. I wish that you knew anything small about me. You hardly remember my middle name. You insert yourself in my temple, and go to sleep. You won't even look me in the eye. But when your friends come along, you cling me to your hip and do not allow them to speak to me directly. When we go to those fancy dinner meetings, you make me wear the most revealing dresses I own. I hate wearing those dresses... I hate your friends... I watch them undress me with their eyes. I watch the nasty stares of their ladies bore into my pupils. I don't want to be property. I don't want to sit here and look pretty... I just want those who look at me to see me, you know? That's why I came to Novni, I suppose. I can't talk to anyone... I can't see anyone. I feel like one of those AI Robots that don't leave the house. I feel like a maid. I feel like a complete object, again. I'm sad..