inthecafeteria
Written for Creative Writing class. It wound up much more depressing than I had intended. Not 100% about it at all.
It's about four pages long.
Written for Creative Writing class. It came out much more depressing than I'd originally intended. Not 100% on this.
Deals largely with family, home, drugs, and death.
Written for Creative Writing class. It came out much more depressing than I originally set out for, and I'm not entirely 100% about it.
Deals with family, home, death, and a little with drugs.
It is, in fact, because they do not understand, Apocollo. Do not worry about them. No, no.
Why else would they scream?
I am in a conundrum. There is a tiny, insignificant, minuscule, dull, and possibly distant tear in the seam that is my life. It is only describable in this way because I cannot find it. I have no clue where the issue begins, ends, if it will end, will begin to manifest fully, has affected me, has been conceived, where or why it was conceived, who conceived it, what conceived it, what I did to deserve it, if I deserve it, if there is more to come or if I owe whoever did this to me a gigantic hole in the head.
I don't know what my problem is.
This is a bit of an experimentational series.
Though, really, all of my series[es?] are experiments for me. Right now, though, this one's intriguing me a bit more than the others.
Just for now.
Commentary for Bridge:
What's funny is that given all this time all my plans for the future of this story are still the exact same. Good news/Bad news?
TIME WILL TELL! OR ELSE IT WILL NOT!
Self-Explanatory... Well, the lyrics themselves aren't. That may take some more explanation. But not from me.
Oh no, not from me...
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