Hello World.
I'm sitting at my writing desk listening to Pink Floyd, waiting for the swirling thoughts to start sounding like story. It's been difficult to concentrate, my mind stuck on the endless string of missed opportunities of late. My story feels like "What almost happened in Vegas..."
Truth is I've been good lately. Can you believe me? I promise you I don't lie or bite.
I haven't stab...wait a minute. Hold on. Let me not rush off into a torrent of blood and anger. I don't know if you are ready.
Do you really want to know me? To hear all the details? I know my story must be hard for some to read. I wish it didn't take place the way it did, that I had a normal life. But, that's not the way it worked out in practice. Theories and pipe-dreams don't mean anything in the end.
I'd like to tell it all in this journal. Not to edit for sensibility or to avoid offensive subjects like abuse and rape and what it feels like to stab a man until the knife slips from your bloody grip.
I want you to know my story.
Not to hear it from the news or worse, the police.
because, does anyone believe the media nowadays? or the government?
They are all full of shit.
I hope we can be friends. See you around.
Ella
I'm sitting at my writing desk listening to Pink Floyd, waiting for the swirling thoughts to start sounding like story. It's been difficult to concentrate, my mind stuck on the endless string of missed opportunities of late. My story feels like "What almost happened in Vegas..."
Truth is I've been good lately. Can you believe me? I promise you I don't lie or bite.
I haven't stab...wait a minute. Hold on. Let me not rush off into a torrent of blood and anger. I don't know if you are ready.
Do you really want to know me? To hear all the details? I know my story must be hard for some to read. I wish it didn't take place the way it did, that I had a normal life. But, that's not the way it worked out in practice. Theories and pipe-dreams don't mean anything in the end.
I'd like to tell it all in this journal. Not to edit for sensibility or to avoid offensive subjects like abuse and rape and what it feels like to stab a man until the knife slips from your bloody grip.
I want you to know my story.
Not to hear it from the news or worse, the police.
because, does anyone believe the media nowadays? or the government?
They are all full of shit.
I hope we can be friends. See you around.
Ella