Hi. So I probably shouldn't be doing this, for a number reasons that include the fact that I'm not close to finishing my other stories, and also because apparently it's not healthy to get my head stuck in the dark. But I've had this idea for a while now, and I've already got it down on paper. So here's my bit of tragic dark and vulnerable empty and hidden pain and wistful hope and please be kind.
Confession: I have absolutely no idea where this is going---- I refuse to get a license and I've lifted my hands off the wheel too long. This is nowhere near finished either. It's going to seem like a runaway train wreck sooner or later, and perhaps the train might even crash into oblivion (in other words, I might delete this in the future). So if you're reading this bullpoopy, bless you and I am hugging you telepathetically (yesh, I'm creepy).
Oh, and these are my words. I spent countless classes not paying attention to the teacher just to word vomit this onto paper. I spent countless nights staring into space because their voices wouldn't shut up. I spent countless hours procrastinating on my laptop typing this up. And I try my hardest to be kind to everyone, so if I ever find someone stealing this piece of crap, well, have you ever played with a bomb while sitting in an active volcano while the mafia is pointing a cannon at you?
If you take my work and call it your own. If you advertise on my stories. Karma's a bitch, and payback is a motherfucker. I will find you and I will steal your cookies and set my teddy bear on you. Please be kind.
This is a really long blahblahblah for something that's probably not going to amount to anything. Note: I am planning on writing more serious and more (in my opinion) beautiful works in the future. I'm working on writing better (even though they cancelled Writing next year). I'm planning on cleaning up my room, both literal and figurative.
This is a work of fiction. Nothing more than what my murky sometimes deep most times annoying mind came up with. This is sort of my venting place, I guess. Just, trigger warnings is what I'm trying to say. Serious content and I do not promote self harm or self hate or self doubt etc. If you read this and find any resemblance to your life, well, either I'm a freaky psychic, or I hope you talk to someone about it. My inbox is always open, even though I'm socially awkward, but I'll do my best as a distraction, if you will. Or I give you an extra hug because you are a kind, amazing soul.
You are beautiful.
You are worth it.
Don't ever let anyone tell you anything different.
YOU ARE READING
Sketches and Scars
Short Story"But once you start noticing something----especially someone---- it’s not as easy to just go back to life before." He was that kid in the back you didn't know existed except when the teacher did roll call. He was that kid that got shoved into in the...
