Perfection is Pitiable

Pride

It’s this inexplicable joy that overwhelms me when I think about you without crippling amounts of regret and grief.

Getting over you.

Prayers

It was a ripping sound. The ripping of fabric and old, flimsy shirts. You sure as hell didn’t hear that at two in the morning. Jesus…two in the morning; how the hell did that even wake me up? But everything was okay. The moon shone and reflected off of my mirror and onto my bed. My brother was just barely visible, and he slept with no blankets just like every other night. The room was silent. Not just quiet silent, but impossibly silent. Almost disturbingly silent.

And then I saw her, in the corner of the room, slouching. I should say “it.” No, it was a girl. She wore an immaculate, white dress and extended a twig of an index finger at me. At my chest. At my heart. She raised her head to show her face that was whiter than the moon, and her lips that were the brightest scarlet. But her eyes. Those damned eyes that were black all throughout and stared at you without truly seeing. She was beautiful in her own, demonic way. She began to glide towards me, and I slowly leaned back and pretended to dream.

But that never works

Eyes closed, too afraid to move, I wished her away. My eyes opened just a sliver, and she stood over my bed, her face whiter than ever. I whispered the Lord’s Prayer as her head inched towards mine as if I was condemned to receive the kiss of death. 

“…For thine is the kingdom,

The power, and the glory, 

For ever and ever

…Amen.”

I saw her bloody lips move as she repeated my prayer, my last cry for safety, back to me:

“Our Father, who art in heaven

Hallowed be thy name…”

My tears rolled onto my pillow, and as she gasped “Amen,” her finger tore through my chest and into my heart.

It was a ripping sound. The ripping of fabric and old, flimsy shirts, and in the dark, my brother’s dead eyes stared towards the heavens.

My Journey As An Almost-Hero

Well, well, well. I did it; might I add that quite a few friends commended me on my presentation?

All I really talked about was my addiction to social acceptance, my good ol’ Pops, and writing. I had so much to say: so many rehearsed quips and cheesy lessons about life that might have changed my peers’ views on me as a person. But no. As usual, I forgot about half of the things I was prepared to say. I had the entire speech laid out over five pages of my notebook, but I just winged it, and I guess things ended up alright.

I’m pretty proud of myself, and I feel a little lighter at heart.

Back to studying

:)

I’ll fucking kill all of you if you so much as touch her

Go fuck off, you assholes

People like you are the reason that this world is shit

Meat!