"That's wrong." She points to something I had written earlier on era piece of paper, the cigarette left eternally lit between her index and middle finger. I ignore her hand and continue writing. "I'll fix it later," I mutter under my breath, my words a whisper.
She shakes her head slightly and sits up on the desk, her cocktail dress showing off too much thigh than I would prefer. She takes a drag of her cigarette and blows it in my direction, just to spite me I know. I pause to wave it away and return to writing. When I fail to say anything else, she leans towards me.
"You know, I don't see why you keep this game up. I mean, you don't reall
Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by janjanfollower, literature
Literature
Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy
The room around them is painted a sterile white, typical hospital-style, of course. It's a waiting room, with nurses wearing coloured scrubs passing around with one of them in the background, watching the two in case anything were to get out of hand. One of the girls is in a pair of jeans and a satire shirt that was ordered online months earlier, blonde hair kept down around her face with her wire glasses keeping the hair from obscuring sight. The other is dressed in black sweatpants and a red shirt that was passed down from her older sister, the black hoodie draped over her shoulders having been as well. Her short dark brown hair is tied bac
Inner and Outer Voices by janjanfollower, literature
Literature
Inner and Outer Voices
"Darling are you okay? You look pretty bad."
No. No I'm not. I feel like all of my issues from my life, past or present, decided to reverberate back onto me when I'm at my weakest, just to break me down to the point where I broke down silently crying in sixth period math.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"Well again, you look like you haven't slept in a few days."
That's because I haven't.
"That and I am worried for you."
I don't need your pity.
"You don't need to worry for me; I'll be fine."
Eventually.
"Well, are you sure? I don't feel right if I see a student who's upset."
Then stop b
I can hear nothing but a choir. It's a choir of women, singing a tune I know I've heard before, but I forget where. I get up from my place and try to walk, but my legs stumble and fall over. still, I walk.
The choir is at a tunnel's end. A wave of doubt passes over me, but it goes as fast as it came. I have a passing thought: where am I going? To the singing women, I reply. I'm walking to the singing women, whose voices are like nothing I've never heard before, voices matching violins in an orchestra. I desperately want to see the singing women; all my life, I've had no one sing that beautifully, and as a man of music, hearing this makes me
i have a tumblr:
http://tentabulgetherapist.tumblr.com/
dunno how long that url'll last so if you're reading this months later, that's prolly a debunked link.
i got into homestuck and got outta hetalia, for the most part.
i'm a stupid blogger with stupid things and no life; so basically the only thing that changed was my circle of friends and my website of choice.
i'm not gonna post anything else on here anymore and i'm only really go back on here to check my messages and shit. so i'd honestly suggest to stop trying to reach me on here.
if you're desperate to contact me, there's this:
msn:janjanfollower@live.com
skype: janjanfollower
first i find out they're dating and my self-esteem hits an all-time low
now i find out she's in the psych ward and the only thing i'm gonna be feeling all week'll be depression.
and of course the only good day i had was wednesday when i found OUT they were dating and the only reason it was good was because i finally manged to book plane tickets for california for april.
i would say that this can't be worse but i know damn well it somehow can be and i don't want to temp fate just yet.
maybe later when i'm not pms-y and when i don't want to just cry and sleep, i'll temp it.
at least i'll talk to serena irl for the first time in months t