So I only just woke up, and I was meant to go to school and that. Then I realised my mum wasn’t in so I was like SWEET sitinbedeatcerealandtumbl. all day. BUT THEN:
I sat, hands hovering on the keyboard, wondering to myself that if I didn’t make a sound she wouldn’t know I was here and would forget about me. The footsteps on the stair filled me with a new kind of dread. She was approaching, each footstep causing me to sink further into my duvet.
Maybe she’ll just walk straight past my door, in a rush, and not think to look inside and I’ll be safe and I won’ have to deal with the punishment of not going to school again.
Alas she was through the door, in the process of taking her coat off and her eyes met mine and rested somewhere between my soul and my conscience. This was it, surrender all, she’ll take it anyway, start apologising
But I said nothing.
'How are you getting on with it?' She asked, a little breathless, from taking the stairs by force.
“Maybe this us how I’ll go, in a fit of laughter, what could be better, laughing and crying, laughing and singing, laughing so as to forget I am alone, that it is the end of my life, that death is waiting outside the door for me.”—Nicole Krauss
svsf asked: Why do you find it acceptable to talk to me? It’s not. Ever.
edie, if it’s not acceptable for me to talk to you then why have you gone to the effort to make a post about our mutual friends. seriously.
and i don’t understand why you are trying to talk down at me like you have authority over me.
Even you using my name, makes me want to fucking hurl. Ugh, don’t say my name ever. It was actually a post commenting on the suggestion that facebook made, when it highlighted you as a person they though I might like to add as a friend. I don’t want to, and never will, want to do that. Because I hate you. Seriously.
I’m talking down to you because you’re a disgusting person.