Are you ready?
Something about that question no matter where it comes from is a stomach turning thought as it rushed through your head. Many other questions come from it as it soars through the empty space filling it with questionable amounts of self doubt. Am I? Are you? What happens if I'm not? Do we never do it or do we wait? All these things yet there's two answers. Yes or no. How is there only two answers to such a complicated yet equally simple question. It could range from ready to starting a game to getting ready to get another shock of pain spread through your body like a series of electrical currents in a computer. A breakthrough of regret could come or a steaming serving of amazement. It really depends on how you think of it.
Now the thing is did you ask yourself it before you started reading? Did you ask yourself 'Am I Ready?' Was it an easy question?. Don't ask me like I'm supposed to know your a different person to me. What do you think you were supposed to be ready for. Analysing every word like when I said 'Another shock of pain' or were you ready to hold back another load of tears as you realise how disgusting the world really is? What about in the first chapter when I said 'the clock was screaming' like a cry for help. The clock was my cry for help yet you let it run. You listened to me cry and screams and put down your problems to listen to mine until I shut my mouth realising nothing mattered.
Analyse what I write. It means things. Every single word a dirty description for a feeling of thought of me or you that allows you to break out of your reality and into my nightmares. A magical paradise where my writing is 'amazing'. Why would I remember you when I'm famous when in 5 years time I might be homeless and on the verge of depression. Why would I calm down. Why would I ask others for help when all they do is tell me the same thing. Why act normal when everyone is the same. Now let me tell you once last time. Next time you read what I write ask yourself.
Am I Ready?
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RandomI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
