
Coming home to a bunch of fucking chaos, "CARRIE GET IN YOUR FUCKING ROOM", my father demanded. I hear my mother screaming for her worthless life, should I even care? The sound of glass breaking, bones breaking, and screams have never sounded so good before. - am i crazy? - Do I really love to hear my mom getting the shit beaten out of her? She deserves it.. Does she? - i need to fucking cut i cant take this fucking yelling anymore, its driving me fucking crazy. FUCK. I wake up to the sun shining in my eyes, I walk in to the living room seeing my father and my mother watching tv and sitting on the couch like nothing ever happened that night. - i see daddy fucked her so hard last night she forgot she got a beating - "carrie whats the matter?" "nothing tim, why do you ask?" "you seem fucking sad, now tell me that the fuck is the matter." "timmy leave me the fuck alone" "fine then, when your crying and you need someone dont fucking call me" I'm making shit harder on myself, I can't let go maybe I just need someone, a friend to talk to, I need to vent. "carrie you know im allways here for you." "i know timmy." "CARRIE WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU SPEAKING TO?" - jesus christ why the fuck does he have to yell? - im not fucking talking to anyone allright? "your fucking crazy I cant beileve you were born." "why do you let him treat you like shit?" "because hes my dad..i love him still you know..." "how fucking sad.." "you have your period today tim?" "fuck you carrie!" "no thank you, I dont fuck people that dont exist." Timmy frowned and sat on my lap. "carrie, if your parents died how would you feel? "i really wouldnt care that much, why? you wanna kill them or some shit?" I laughed. "maybe.." "well then tell me how" "um, I'll get back to you on that." I got up walked in to the bathroom and stared in the mirror. "what do you see carrie?" "i dont know.. whenever i look in the mirror, I see this person that hates herself. I see a person with cut marks on her arm. I see someone who thinks they are invisible. Whenever I look in the mirror I see someone who misses her." |
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Die Reflection Die. The last thing i say in this prose.. is from a poem. I wrote. ------ [link] Stock Image ------ quotes in bold, represent my father yelling. - blah blah blah - represents my thoughts. I am talking to my imaginary friend..tim..or if you dont beileve in imaginary people then i guess im talking to myself. ------ This is my life, my mind, my world, my insanity and no one fucks with that. |
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yippie!
this one is marvelous
and very well thought out..
i only got confused with some of the parts..
but GREAT work anyway
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"you have your period today tim?"
"fuck you carrie!"
"no thank you, I dont fuck people that dont exist."
"i dont know.. whenever i look in the mirror, I see this person
that hates herself. I see a person with cut marks on her arm. I see someone
who thinks they are invisible. Whenever I look in the mirror
I see someone who misses her."
great writing
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Carrie is a beautiful name, unless of course you are a Carrie.
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