I sat in a chair sa pamamagitan ng the window. I was still in the asylum. Days had passed, and nothing changed. I hadn’t heard anyone speak of Alexander. Doctors would come in my room every few hours to make sure I was still alive, or to make sure my arm didn‘t hurt.
I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics sinabi it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
Earlier I heard some doctors talking. They were thinking about releasing me in a week if they could get me talking. I don’t think they knew they had to come in my room and ask if they had questions. Maybe I had scared them to come in here, after the incident with Dr. White. A nurse and I had discussed it. She had sinabi I put the fear of God in him. I-personally-thought it was funny. The nurse didn’t though. She gave me mean looks as I chuckled. I didn’t care though.
I was becoming madami and madami restless as the hours ticked by. The rain would fall every few hours. Or a doctor would come in. Nothing else, nada, zip, zero. I was ready to beat my head against a wall. I laid down on the bed, and closed my eyes. If I rested, I wouldn’t be as bored.
Sleep was out of reach, though. I tried for hours, and nothing happened. It was only seven. I wasn’t tired. I decided to meditate. It would clear my mind of over-worked thoughts, and-if lucky-put me to sleep.
I relaxed my shoulders. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was calm and relaxed. No thoughts dared to bubble to the surface.
“Damien,” I sinabi a mantra to get the voice out of my mind. “Damien, hello?” The voice wasn’t in my mind; it was in the physical world. I opened my eyes. As soon as I did, I wished I hadn’t. I gasped. Tears came into my eyes, and I rolled over. I didn’t need to see this being.
I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics sinabi it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
Earlier I heard some doctors talking. They were thinking about releasing me in a week if they could get me talking. I don’t think they knew they had to come in my room and ask if they had questions. Maybe I had scared them to come in here, after the incident with Dr. White. A nurse and I had discussed it. She had sinabi I put the fear of God in him. I-personally-thought it was funny. The nurse didn’t though. She gave me mean looks as I chuckled. I didn’t care though.
I was becoming madami and madami restless as the hours ticked by. The rain would fall every few hours. Or a doctor would come in. Nothing else, nada, zip, zero. I was ready to beat my head against a wall. I laid down on the bed, and closed my eyes. If I rested, I wouldn’t be as bored.
Sleep was out of reach, though. I tried for hours, and nothing happened. It was only seven. I wasn’t tired. I decided to meditate. It would clear my mind of over-worked thoughts, and-if lucky-put me to sleep.
I relaxed my shoulders. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was calm and relaxed. No thoughts dared to bubble to the surface.
“Damien,” I sinabi a mantra to get the voice out of my mind. “Damien, hello?” The voice wasn’t in my mind; it was in the physical world. I opened my eyes. As soon as I did, I wished I hadn’t. I gasped. Tears came into my eyes, and I rolled over. I didn’t need to see this being.
I'm setting here looking at a paused telebisyon screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be or are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do you think about this journal entry that i just wrote you need to think about what i sinabi and give me your best anwsers that you can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be or are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do you think about this journal entry that i just wrote you need to think about what i sinabi and give me your best anwsers that you can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
Why, do things have to be so hard
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.
Betrayed
sa pamamagitan ng an old friend
sa pamamagitan ng an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side
Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.
Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed sa pamamagitan ng my own friends
I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.
Betrayed
sa pamamagitan ng an old friend
sa pamamagitan ng an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side
Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.
Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed sa pamamagitan ng my own friends
I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale or some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life or the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life or changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at you for years. but, sometimes i can taste how mapait i've become...& its madami then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what you DO with the gift of life, that determends who you are. the pain you feel...its normal. let it go.
you think?
yes. you need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
you can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what you DO with the gift of life, that determends who you are. the pain you feel...its normal. let it go.
you think?
yes. you need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
you can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...