My Odd Mind

The Curtain Call

So, this is my first book/fic thingy. Enjoy my attempt summary of my mind. Sorry if it killed you. I guess I'll put in a sadish scenario for a depressed theater enthusiast I came up with while I was sweeping.  Yes, sweeping. I'm weird don't judge! I'm kinda expecting at least a few hate comments(if I get any readers or comments at all) and I'm not gonna ask for no hate comments because hate is a thing in life and all that jazz 

                                                                               Enjoy this unicorn 🦄                                                                                     

     Am I okay? Hmm, interesting question. I always answer with the same thing, yes. I say it so often that it just feels like a line in a play. Like I'm an actor saying a line that I've studied over and over again. That I've recited countless times. So many times, in fact, that I have convinced myself that they are true. Like any good actor knows, that is what's necessary to fill a role successfully. But maybe, in this case, filling a role successfully isn't what I need. But........ that one simple word, that one simple line, can make or break my career. I can believe my...... my lie and continue to convince myself and others that it is true. That it is who I am. That it is what I'm really like. That it is how I really feel. Or I could let myself change the scene. Allow myself a moment of truth and stop acting. To let myself break character and let people know who I really am. What I'm really like. How I really feel. To stop speaking words written by others, planning my life and expecting perfection in the end.

        I hide behind it all. My makeup is my mask. My costume is my armor. The script is my pathway through what we call life. This play is my past, my present........ but not my future. What will I do when I break away from this? What will be my mask? What will be my armor? What will be my pathway through life? I realize now. Everything, my mask, my armor, my path. The makeup, the costume, the script, they have all been created for me. They have been given to me. I accepted them. But enough of that now. I will wash off my mask. I will change out of my armor. I will make my own path. And I will follow it. To the end. 

      And that is what I have done. My makeup is gone. My costume is gone. My script is gone. I have no need for them anymore. Now I am improving. How will this turn out? That question from earlier? Am I okay? No, not yet. But I will be. Now that my script has been thrown away, I no longer care about the director, the actors, the actresses, the audience. Wait, no, that's a lie. I still care about the audience. And that won't change. For any of us. But, I think that's okay. So yes, I will be okay. Maybe not now, but later. So, my audience, farewell. Don't expect to see me on stage again. This is............

                                                          The Curtain Call

                                               

M'kay, so I'm completely aware how weird this is. This is a book I'm writing to let out stuff I can't  express irl. *sigh* I'm hoping that my writing will get better along the way! I will update whenever I have time. Yeah, I'm gonna be updating often. I'm a socially awkward lazy mushroom. 🙊🛌🍄