That’s all I have, myself. In my experience, no body truly cares. I try to reach my hands over the counter, as if I’m the size of an ant, standing as tall as I can, though never do I reach. The only people who have ever cared still are unproven, unless they want something from it. I need help, however whenever I search for it I’m shunned away. Â The only person that wants to help me -isn’t my bestfriend, or my mother- it’s a stranger, wanting $125 a half an hour, and that’s the saddest thing of all.. Once I’m gone they’ll never understand, I […]
Everyone seems to lie, because the truth’s too painful. My mother and father l, by trying to work out a marriage that was doomed from the beginning. My sister pretends she isn’t hungry. My mother lies about the man she loves, the man that’s not my father. So where do I stand? Do I lie and pretend I’m happy? Do I admit that I’m not happy and I need professional help, although I’m pretty sure I’m beyond that? Do I keep on saying I’m just tired, that I’m stressed? I’ve been doing this for too long, we all have. Do I lie again, to myself, […]
The beginning, so they say, but there was never really a beginning at all. The beginning of my life cold have been when meeting Henry, as that was the day my eye sockets gaped, protruding into a world of color and hysteria -a step out of Kansas.  Was it as I lazed, ambition-less, aimlessly in the womb of my mother? Or was it even before that? I shrug at the idea of life itself, and it’s purpose on the most selfish species. I mean, in my belief, all we’re here to do is reproduce (an inconsistent purpose however, as it contributes to this over-populated shit hole) then […]