Historias de Charliehebdo

Democracy what it is really...

Between her family's flat and the bus stop is a seven minute walk up the hill on Guynemer Street. Every day she walks up to the stop, and every evening back down, home. She knows the hill by heart. She knows how far to run for each minute lost. Juniper knows her brain is screwed up. She knows people are trying to reach out to her. She knows no one buys that she's "running errands" when she sees her psychologist, that they feel untrusted, which they are, and that they're hurt. She knows she doesn't care enough. She knows she's lonely, that she doesn't like people much, and most even less after getting to know them. She knows she could like someone, if anyone didn't disgust her, use her, if anyone understood, if anyone thought she could. She knows she has no self esteem, broken. She knows she wants to be fixed. She knows it's not to late to be fixed yet. She knows she needs to be fixed. Until then she does what's rights, always, no matter how odd she may look, she does what's good.

Just a collection of essays i've done from school, I was going to delete them all and thought it might be a good idea to post them here.