“You’re fat” “You’re ugly” “You’ll never amount to anything” “You’re not talented” “Stop being two-faced” “You’re a horrible friend” “You need a boyfriend” “My boyfriend just broke up with me” “Can you drive me” “That girl is a bitch” “Did you hear” “You’ll never understand” “You’re so uncaring” “You’re a cold heartless bitch”
All these things running through her head over and over and over again, She’s pacing the room not knowing what to do. Yelling at herself, yelling at the voices in her head. As she paces she flails her arms up and down and side to side in the air, it her right hand she has a butcher’s carving knife, covered in blood.
The room is dark except for the little table lamp that is knocked down on the floor, there are shadows being cast upon the wall that the lamp is facing. She is hysterical, not knowing what to do. All of a sudden all goes quiet; unaware what has happened her insanity blinding her from reality. She walks up to a mirror, amongst the cracks in the mirror she makes out a figure standing there, she can’t tell who or what this is but it appears to be one of the scariest things she has ever seen. She wipes the blood off the mirror with her white handkerchief she jumps at the sight, this figure that scared her, that figure is her.
Blood soaked clothes, it’s splattered everywhere. She looks around, the room it appears to be spinning. She sees all of her loved ones from her family to her friends on the floor, throats slit, hearts stabbed, and eyes full of fear. “It just happened.” She said as she drops the knife, and falls to her knees onto the blood soaked floor, and weeps into her hands. All the things said to her in the past that she said didn’t bother her, that she just shrugged off; built up into this massive bottle of sadness, anger, and weaknesses. Once it exploded there was no stopping it.
The neighbors had heard the blood curdling screams and called the authorities. When they finally arrived it was all over. They cuffed her and all she could say was “It just happened.”
All that was said, became ALL that was done.
THE END
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Tears are for the weak.
So you may be wondering whats with the title. Well lets just say I really wish sometimes I could let the tears flow from my eyes like a water fall, but I can't. Why you may ask well I'll tell you. (Anyone who takes the time to read this I hope you aren't connected to my parents to the point you would tell on me I really don't need a lecture).
So I'll just start from the beginning. Being a baby you cry to communicate, a toddler cause someone won't give you something or you're attached to your parents and don't want to leave them. The older you get the less acceptable tears are to shed. If you hurt yourself or get hurt that's one thing, but to cry cause of a boy/girl is just dumb. I've never really understood why people cry over a boy/girlfriend because there was a reason why they didn't make it past the time they were with you.
I'm going to explain to you why crying seems unacceptable to me. Really it all boils down to my parents. When I feel like crying and they see me crying and I can't give them a good reason they laugh at me. So with that said I've learned to just bottle all my emotions inside, which I've heard is both unhealthy and dangerous. Growing up with guys I was always picked on and I cried because of it after awhile those tears turned to rage, and I just yelled at them to shut up or knock it off. That never worked the only thing that ever did was to tell on them which after awhile annoyed the parental units and just got myself into trouble.
My parents are normally the reason now that I ever want to just curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep. Being the only one left in the house, if something goes wrong it's automatically my fault. If my dad has a rough day at work, just saying hi to him gets him all agitated and pissy. For my mom nothing I do seems good enough for her. She is going back to college after like thirty or so years and getting straight A's. Me I'm still in school and can't get a simple B. My parents think that since they're smart I should be to and there is nothing I can say to prove to them I'm not them. My mom is always saying why can't you get an A+ I can, you should be able to.
Stress is one reason why I want to cry. The other getting yelled at, if there's one thing I can't handle that's it right there, getting yelled at not only brings me to tears it pisses me off. Death is one obvious reason to cry, you lose someone important to you, you want to cry. I know I wanted to but at the same time I felt like I had to stay strong for my mom and other family members.
So this doesn't really make me wanna cry but it pisses me off the most. My mother is all that really needs to be said here but I'll go a little more into detail. Ever since I was like 10 my mother has tried to get me to lose weight because like I said, nothing I do is ever good enough and apparently that goes for looks too. The thing that bugs me the most about it is that she doesn't just say 'your fat' she does it in different ways. When we go to a store and try on clothes she'll grab my stomach and be all like "this would fit better if 'this' wasn't there", ya that's right she grabs my stomach and says that ALL the time. She also says things like you would feel so much better if you were 60 lbs. lighter. If that wouldn't piss you off I don't know what would.
Continuing with my mother. Not only will she tell me that I'm fat with out saying those exact words, she'll bribe me. "For every 10 lbs. you lose I'll give you 100 dollars", ya that's right money bribes or I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe. That's one of the things that pisses me off the most about her. She'll put me on diets or try to get me to work out for money. Wanna know her newest one that she's stooped so low to do. Drugs, she wrote a paper on this syndrome that I have don't ask I think doctors are retarded. Anyways she came across this drug that other women with the syndrome were raving about, they said that it was helping them have kids and they were just dropping the lbs. So the last time we went to the doctor she asked him about it and he agreed that I could do it because diabetics also take this drug and I was a little insulin resistant. So now I don't even know why I agreed to this because you wanna know something I'm perfectly fine with who I am and what I look like.
I guess when people say their parents are the ones they know they will always be able to turn to in the toughest of times doesn't account when you feel like your parents are always against you. I know if I ever did anything like got pregnant or even had sex outside of marriage they would disown me right then and there, or even if it was something as dumb as smoking or drinking underage. So even though I have lots of friends I don't like to burden them with my problems so I really have no one to turn to. Some of if not all of my friends have never seen me cry and that's why. I really wish I could tell people but at the same time I feel like whats the point they have their own burdens to bear without needing to add mine to their shoulders. I really wish I could tell my mother anything but I know she would be silently judging me the whole time I talked to her.
The whole reason I say tears are for the weak I hope you can now understand. For me to shed tears is to say I give up on all I've ever known. If you couldn't guess the whole reason I wrote this is because I really wanna break down into tears but as you've read I won't I'll just go to sleep and hope for the best. I guess this is where Bob comes in to help me out with my problems or the cat at least I can see and feel her. I love all my friends and the people in my life who have ever helped me. Especially Nicole and "Mom" you guys have been there for me a lot in the last year and I hope we can continue on for many many more years. Nena thanks for being pissed for me when I couldn't be, Kyle thanks for listening I know that you know where I'm coming for and you always have since we were growing up. Nica Thanks for making me laugh and teaching me to look on the bright side. Anyone else I forgot to thank I'm sure you did something to help and if you managed to read through this whole thing I know you mean something to me and I just forgot to thank you. And Ashley how could I forget you I love you doll ever since we met you've been my friend and I hope it will always stay that way.
So I'll just start from the beginning. Being a baby you cry to communicate, a toddler cause someone won't give you something or you're attached to your parents and don't want to leave them. The older you get the less acceptable tears are to shed. If you hurt yourself or get hurt that's one thing, but to cry cause of a boy/girl is just dumb. I've never really understood why people cry over a boy/girlfriend because there was a reason why they didn't make it past the time they were with you.
I'm going to explain to you why crying seems unacceptable to me. Really it all boils down to my parents. When I feel like crying and they see me crying and I can't give them a good reason they laugh at me. So with that said I've learned to just bottle all my emotions inside, which I've heard is both unhealthy and dangerous. Growing up with guys I was always picked on and I cried because of it after awhile those tears turned to rage, and I just yelled at them to shut up or knock it off. That never worked the only thing that ever did was to tell on them which after awhile annoyed the parental units and just got myself into trouble.
My parents are normally the reason now that I ever want to just curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep. Being the only one left in the house, if something goes wrong it's automatically my fault. If my dad has a rough day at work, just saying hi to him gets him all agitated and pissy. For my mom nothing I do seems good enough for her. She is going back to college after like thirty or so years and getting straight A's. Me I'm still in school and can't get a simple B. My parents think that since they're smart I should be to and there is nothing I can say to prove to them I'm not them. My mom is always saying why can't you get an A+ I can, you should be able to.
Stress is one reason why I want to cry. The other getting yelled at, if there's one thing I can't handle that's it right there, getting yelled at not only brings me to tears it pisses me off. Death is one obvious reason to cry, you lose someone important to you, you want to cry. I know I wanted to but at the same time I felt like I had to stay strong for my mom and other family members.
So this doesn't really make me wanna cry but it pisses me off the most. My mother is all that really needs to be said here but I'll go a little more into detail. Ever since I was like 10 my mother has tried to get me to lose weight because like I said, nothing I do is ever good enough and apparently that goes for looks too. The thing that bugs me the most about it is that she doesn't just say 'your fat' she does it in different ways. When we go to a store and try on clothes she'll grab my stomach and be all like "this would fit better if 'this' wasn't there", ya that's right she grabs my stomach and says that ALL the time. She also says things like you would feel so much better if you were 60 lbs. lighter. If that wouldn't piss you off I don't know what would.
Continuing with my mother. Not only will she tell me that I'm fat with out saying those exact words, she'll bribe me. "For every 10 lbs. you lose I'll give you 100 dollars", ya that's right money bribes or I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe. That's one of the things that pisses me off the most about her. She'll put me on diets or try to get me to work out for money. Wanna know her newest one that she's stooped so low to do. Drugs, she wrote a paper on this syndrome that I have don't ask I think doctors are retarded. Anyways she came across this drug that other women with the syndrome were raving about, they said that it was helping them have kids and they were just dropping the lbs. So the last time we went to the doctor she asked him about it and he agreed that I could do it because diabetics also take this drug and I was a little insulin resistant. So now I don't even know why I agreed to this because you wanna know something I'm perfectly fine with who I am and what I look like.
I guess when people say their parents are the ones they know they will always be able to turn to in the toughest of times doesn't account when you feel like your parents are always against you. I know if I ever did anything like got pregnant or even had sex outside of marriage they would disown me right then and there, or even if it was something as dumb as smoking or drinking underage. So even though I have lots of friends I don't like to burden them with my problems so I really have no one to turn to. Some of if not all of my friends have never seen me cry and that's why. I really wish I could tell people but at the same time I feel like whats the point they have their own burdens to bear without needing to add mine to their shoulders. I really wish I could tell my mother anything but I know she would be silently judging me the whole time I talked to her.
The whole reason I say tears are for the weak I hope you can now understand. For me to shed tears is to say I give up on all I've ever known. If you couldn't guess the whole reason I wrote this is because I really wanna break down into tears but as you've read I won't I'll just go to sleep and hope for the best. I guess this is where Bob comes in to help me out with my problems or the cat at least I can see and feel her. I love all my friends and the people in my life who have ever helped me. Especially Nicole and "Mom" you guys have been there for me a lot in the last year and I hope we can continue on for many many more years. Nena thanks for being pissed for me when I couldn't be, Kyle thanks for listening I know that you know where I'm coming for and you always have since we were growing up. Nica Thanks for making me laugh and teaching me to look on the bright side. Anyone else I forgot to thank I'm sure you did something to help and if you managed to read through this whole thing I know you mean something to me and I just forgot to thank you. And Ashley how could I forget you I love you doll ever since we met you've been my friend and I hope it will always stay that way.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thinking! something my brain shouldn't do.
So I'm easily entertained by the little things in life. Not always a good thing but it happens.
When a person like me gets to thinking bad things happen. Not always physically but mentally bad things happen. Some people would hide in fear for what goes on in my head. Others who are just as scary as me embrace it and they get me.
One night my friend and her bf asked me to go to the park with them. I said sure seeing as I only live a block away. Well her and her bf decided to dance to her ipod in the gazebo. While I sat on an old wooden swing my brain did some of it's thinking. Over the creek and across the street was a dentists office. Well it was late everyone was home watching tv or whatever they do when they got off work except at this dentists office. Well as I sat there I saw people walking around the office I was a little suspicious. The images that came to my head were dastardly. I started to imagine that there was some office affair going down. No one kissed anyone except for the two in said gazebo. Anyways then I got to thinking what if they were getting robbed or something. So I sat there on that swing waiting for the gun shot and blood splatter on the big windows in that office. It never happened I was a little sad I must say. Then I look to my right through the chain of the swing and two wooden beams holding it up I saw the dancing couple. All I could think was this would be a cool scary movie I could totally snipe them from here. Obviously I didn't, wanted to cause it would be epic, but didn't.
Now and again my brain will find ways to scare me. whether it be something from a scary movie that I've never seen to everyday life. My brain is a mind of it's own. Although you have only scratched the surface of my thinking process. Next time you have the chance. Listen to "The Rake's Song" by The Decemberists. for a half hour straight. Now think about every window you pass with an innocent person in it. Will you think of someone slitting their throats or getting shot? You now know I do, why not try it and see how it goes from there.
When a person like me gets to thinking bad things happen. Not always physically but mentally bad things happen. Some people would hide in fear for what goes on in my head. Others who are just as scary as me embrace it and they get me.
One night my friend and her bf asked me to go to the park with them. I said sure seeing as I only live a block away. Well her and her bf decided to dance to her ipod in the gazebo. While I sat on an old wooden swing my brain did some of it's thinking. Over the creek and across the street was a dentists office. Well it was late everyone was home watching tv or whatever they do when they got off work except at this dentists office. Well as I sat there I saw people walking around the office I was a little suspicious. The images that came to my head were dastardly. I started to imagine that there was some office affair going down. No one kissed anyone except for the two in said gazebo. Anyways then I got to thinking what if they were getting robbed or something. So I sat there on that swing waiting for the gun shot and blood splatter on the big windows in that office. It never happened I was a little sad I must say. Then I look to my right through the chain of the swing and two wooden beams holding it up I saw the dancing couple. All I could think was this would be a cool scary movie I could totally snipe them from here. Obviously I didn't, wanted to cause it would be epic, but didn't.
Now and again my brain will find ways to scare me. whether it be something from a scary movie that I've never seen to everyday life. My brain is a mind of it's own. Although you have only scratched the surface of my thinking process. Next time you have the chance. Listen to "The Rake's Song" by The Decemberists. for a half hour straight. Now think about every window you pass with an innocent person in it. Will you think of someone slitting their throats or getting shot? You now know I do, why not try it and see how it goes from there.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Life. it's a funny thing
Life. It's funny isn't it? I mean we live our lives like mindless drones. Wandering the earth waiting for something to happen. Whether we go out and do it or sit here wasting away to nothing it all ends the same. DEATH. It's inevitable we can try to avoid it but it always comes. Little do you know people are dying as you read this, you are dying as this is being read and whether you wanna stop it or not it's still coming.
Life. It's funny is it not? You live for a purpose. What? You might not know yet, but you live to figure it out. Maybe you wanna be something, but you don't think you could ever become that one thing. When instead you become five or six different things. Anywhere from janitor, teacher to brain surgeon or astronaut. Anything you wanna be you can you just have to pursue it. I could tell you to reach to the stars but why stop there when there are robots on mars reach beyond that to become all you can.
Life. It's a funny thing isn't it. Well it is if you think about it. From the time in our mothers womb we are nothing but a round ball multiplying into millions of cells till we begin to form. After we look like little peanuts we start to grow. We gain little hands and feet and fingers and toes we even grow hair. It's hard to believe that what we are now was formed from a little egg. The way we were raised tells a lot about us and are parental units. How we act can determine the future for tomorrow and days to come. Whether we like it or not life is what it has always been. A way to learn, a way to pass on our knowledge from one person to the next. To love, to breathe, to hurt, to laugh these are all things Life is about.
Life. Funny ain'ts it. Life has several things good and bad. Good: Life, love, laughter, friendships, relationships, and family all are good right. Bad: Death, losing love friendships relationships and family. Yes all is fair in love and war but still everyone wants peace and sanity in their lives whether they get it or not is up to them. They......They are the ones who determine their futures their paths of life. My advise to anyone reading this. Do what you want within reason and life will be all you want it to be lay back and watch the bad stuff pass you by. Yes things you don't want to happen will but either way you look at it, it happened for a reason.
Life. It's the darnedest thing isn't it.
Life. It's funny is it not? You live for a purpose. What? You might not know yet, but you live to figure it out. Maybe you wanna be something, but you don't think you could ever become that one thing. When instead you become five or six different things. Anywhere from janitor, teacher to brain surgeon or astronaut. Anything you wanna be you can you just have to pursue it. I could tell you to reach to the stars but why stop there when there are robots on mars reach beyond that to become all you can.
Life. It's a funny thing isn't it. Well it is if you think about it. From the time in our mothers womb we are nothing but a round ball multiplying into millions of cells till we begin to form. After we look like little peanuts we start to grow. We gain little hands and feet and fingers and toes we even grow hair. It's hard to believe that what we are now was formed from a little egg. The way we were raised tells a lot about us and are parental units. How we act can determine the future for tomorrow and days to come. Whether we like it or not life is what it has always been. A way to learn, a way to pass on our knowledge from one person to the next. To love, to breathe, to hurt, to laugh these are all things Life is about.
Life. Funny ain'ts it. Life has several things good and bad. Good: Life, love, laughter, friendships, relationships, and family all are good right. Bad: Death, losing love friendships relationships and family. Yes all is fair in love and war but still everyone wants peace and sanity in their lives whether they get it or not is up to them. They......They are the ones who determine their futures their paths of life. My advise to anyone reading this. Do what you want within reason and life will be all you want it to be lay back and watch the bad stuff pass you by. Yes things you don't want to happen will but either way you look at it, it happened for a reason.
Life. It's the darnedest thing isn't it.
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