flippantbebe's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- just doing it i don't know what to do. i don't really have a plan on how to write this... but isn't this the best way to go about it?? or maybe it's a well done plan is the best technique... i don't know. i'm just gonna keep on typing until i want to stop or until i stop hearing the music that i want to hear... she woke up with red raised marks down along her throat. she didn't see them initially... you can't see your own neck without a little help. she pushed off the covers aside and sat up on the bed, rubbing the sand out of her eyes. she smoothed out her night gown and got up to walk to the bathroom. she faced the vanity mirror and saw those dark lines. she angled her head to get a better look and her left hand traced up and down the longest mark. she had no idea where they came from. her head suddenly pounded. she firmly pressed her right palm against her temple... hoping the pressure would go away. it didn't she rubbed her head gingerly, careful not to make it worse. she thought about the scratches... where did they come from? did she hurt herself in the night? during some forgotten nightmare? an unconscious attempt to hurt herself? a ghost trying to claw out her soul, trying to make its way in? did someone did this in the night? and if so... why couldn't they just wake her up so she could enjoy it? ....page end.... sorry... that's the ending... i couldn't think of anything... well.. yes i did... but i didn't like it.... so i put this one... i wonder... what do these words reflect about myself? i'm just so curious... i want to a psycharistrist and ask him/her about it. eileen 1:34 am - 03.13.07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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