 |
 |
 |
| |
Laugh like you mean it
More time alone. Spend more time alone is what you..erm....what I need to do. More writing, more music. Money. The fucking LAWN. I want to cry every minute of the motherfucking day. FUCK. Why? Why is everything making me feel sad? Why is everything so shit? I keep thinking about doing it. Dance around the maypole. Beat around the bush. Fucking kill myself, commit suicide, that old chesnut. Hmm. I remember I need to do things first. Get too skinny. More tattoos. ETC. Shit, am I emo or something? I'm an indie/rock girl thing. I'm slowly becoming, not slowly, rapidly looking like a fucked up weirdo. Drinking too much. It stops me from cutting. Which is good......? Lots of things on my mind, I don't want to think about them or write them down because it confirms them and I can't deal with that at the moment. I think I might go for a really long walk. That is how it's all going to end I think. With one long last big fucking walk. A long walk off a short pier. Disappear for a bit. Come back to finish it. Don't know, not sure. Suicide Journalist. Chris Morris had it right. Funny fucker.
I wish I hadn't shredded three years worth of diaries. I kept them for so long. I need to again I think. I like sitting on the steps at the top of my flat and writing in the almost dark. Drinking, smoking, generally looking cool.
Cried. Don't want to. Loose end. Really do not know. What do I want? I want to be needed by someone. I don't know.
Want to comment on this Short Stories?
Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Short Stories and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
|
 |
|
[Back to top]
|
|
|
|
This absolutely had to go on my bookshelf. I loved the bluntness of the piece. Many can relate to it but not everyone (I doubt if any) can write it in such a powerful way. Great ending too!
Well done. |
|
|
The diary of yourself; a mirror to your world. Not your best work, Lana, but I bet this was cathartic to get it off your chest. And the short lines remind me of a play by Beckett or Pinter.
Hannah x |
|
|
| Very much freeform writing but bery, very effective and the message hits hard. Great stuff |
|
|
| fuck don't know how i missed this one... could have been me writing that a couple of years ago. you got it spot on lana. booksheving this fucker! |
 |
Comment by: - 2006-05-27 23:55
|
|
| absolutely fantastic. who hasn't been there? some of it reminds me of my own youth, and some of it reminds me of things now... particulary the line.."Lots of things on my mind, I don't want to think about them or write them down because it confirms them and I can't deal with that at the moment." Yes, you did a fantastic job. Thank goodness feelings are fleeting and temporary... even if it doesn't feel like it sometimes. |
| 1 2 Next |
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
