Writing Collage 1
I've lost my house, lost my family, lost my mind. Everything that mattered now is gone Forgive me, I knew not what I did. I'm not the only one to blame, but I'm the easiest target I can always walk away,l You aren't that weak. I looked up to you, I wanted to be just like you We both know that'll never happen. You were too strong. There's no reason you should, but, forgive me. I'm only a child. * Will they remember me when I am gone? Will they remember the $20 or the movies we saw. Late nights at dennys, 20 hour phone conversations the pain, the passion, our lives together. Does any of it matter? Will they even remember? Boyfriends, best friends, week long fights. drunken daydreams, plans set in sand. washing away like a stain from a shirt. That is what I am. How can they remember what theyve already forgot? * Ever notice how some things can be terribly gloomy yet bright and cheery at the same time? Maybe its just me. The other day when it was raining very heavily, I saw this bright yellow-orange leaf floating in a dark puddle. Things like that make me wish I had a camera on me at all times. Remember kids, There may not be a silver lining to every thunderhead, but where theres thunder theres lightning so keep your ass indoors.... or something like that * Who are you to judge me? How dare you laugh at my writing. This expression of my thoughts was not for your amusement. The words eat away at me until nothing is left but a hollow shell of what once was human. With words I am nothing, without them- even less. I must rid my body of this toxin. It pours from my fingers like blood from an open wound. How dare you laugh? You don't know what its like. Controlled by thought, Ruled by emotion. You will never understand. A Gift. A Curse. I write only to ease the pain. I treat the symptom, not the disease. * Every time you go back to the swings you’ll remember the good old days: running as fast as you could as soon as you were dismissed from lunch, losing your shoes if you forgot to tie them, your first broken arm, maybe even your first kiss. Carl never forgets. * Some stories are so amazing, so wonderful, so perfect that they just beg to be told. This is not that kind of story. This happens to be a chunk of my "extended summer vacation". You might be thinking parties, beaches, hanging out.... you might also be sadly mistaken. This is a story about good drunks gone bad. Do I sense doubt in your mind? Trust me...all shall be revealed in due time. * There was never a dull moment when Patrick was on the prowl. No matter what we were doing, we always had fun. Regardless of how shitty your day was he could brighten you up with a personal story, or the drama of "a friend of a friend".