Taming Of The Bitch

Chapter 2 | Don't Talk To Me

In the present, all of our future days seem regular. But only to the people who haven't found there purpose yet.

Although, for the people who have found there purpose, of whatever age, gender, sexuality, race, religion or whatnot, they can live in the present and see a purpose in every moment, movement, word, action or reaction, while also knowing or finding or being excited for there future purposes as an individual.

Fortunately for those people, they get a ton of bonuses by knowing there purpose.

Kind of like a super great data plan or business deal.

Almost like, you offer to give a bunch of super yummy and somehow healthy ice cream to the universe, which you made all by yourself using your own ingredients and ideas.

The universe finds this very beneficial, useful and incredibly tasty and healthy, just as you bargained, and also very original. So, in return, the universe gives you a positive mindset, great potential, passion...

And, motivation; which is the key to being able to succeed in almost anything you put your mind to, or be satisfied by the goal you would like to reach.

All you have to put in, is a little bit of effort, some originality, a great pitch, and then, you get an entire gift bag, that makes any life you as an individual may be living, more beautiful.

Easier. Harder.

And sometimes, when you can live up to your purpose and be passionate about it in any way you want to be, somehow, it can all click in to place.

Eventually.

Now, I can't promise you everything will be a breeze, but I can promise you that you can have the potential to make it a crazy, euphoric, intangible, ferocious, unexpected roller coaster.

And for some people, they have to go through turbulence, and the worst experiences the individual could ever expect or imagine, and somehow, they can find a way to experience a crazy purposeful roller coaster just like any other.

And I find those people, stronger and more purposeful than any other regular individual who sees all there future days just as unimportant than the present.

And I hope you can too.

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September
Friday 20th
2:17 pm

It's quiet, so quiet, a pindrop could echo for an infinite time and still, there would be no movement. It's hard to be able to crawl out of it. The silence. The silence of your noiseless thoughts that end up swallowing you, squeezing oxygen from your lungs.

What's the phrase? To kill with kindness.

Just a delicate innocent thought can lure you in, and suddenly, you can't breathe. You can't move.

And there's nobody to help you apart from yourself.

But how can you help yourself if that delicate innocent thought completely fucked you over, and now you can't stop thinking about it, and wondering all the different possibilities of its occurrence.

And you think, how could I be so easily distracted into letting this thought take the life I once had.

"Are you okay?"

It's the sensation of a touch on my wrist that somehow helps, for now, at least. There's posters all around the school, coloured bright yellow with big bold letters reading R U OK?

Unfortunately, teenagers mental health is important to the school education system, but to me, it's a mockery. Am I ok? If you feel the need to ask me so, then obviously fucking not.