Wednesday, August 27, 2008

reprint

(and by ’we’ i mean you)

So, how are we doing?. Good, glad to hear it. Maybe i could dispense with such formalities if I ever felt like posting up things more often. Maybe. Maybe here.

So i found an old journal of mine the other day. It has maybe 15-20 entries in it. All cryptic, but some are dated so i can kind of understand them but not totally. The years in between, sever the emotion of a memory. Anyway i found an entry one of my friends wrote. Well two actually, both by different friends. (who will go unnamed, thanks)

The first one reads: "Cry, cry, cry. Fake depression fucks with ya."

The second one is titled: "Why Imri goes to (friend's) Inferno"
-Lying
-Pretending you love someone
-Lying to people
-No faith/will
-Vague complicated references
-Killing prostitutes (fantasy)
-Being a freak
-Abusive to family
(there is a crude representation of me as a stick figure, surrounded by flames yelling 'ouch')
-Malice

Wow, I'd either forgotten about them or hadn't even realized. Let's say that's how it goes respectively. But it's made me think, and more so it's made me write this. So thanks. Thanks a lot.

For such slanderous words.

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