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Ramblings

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I smell pot.
It smells old and stale.
My sister must have been smoking.
again.
My chest hurts.
Feels like someone is crushing my ribs.
Used to have a friend when I was little.
Her house always smelled like pot.
Sometimes it was stale.
sometimes it was fresh.
I shouldn\'t speak ill of the dead though.
The pain spread to my shoulder.
Searing and hot.
God, someone stop this pain.
I\'m leaving tonight.
Going with a friend to see fireworks.
I love independence day.
I\'ll be back in a week.
Maybe things will fix themselves by then.
the pain moved to my solar plexus.
Feels like an air bubble getting bigger.
I think it\'s going to burst the organs around it.
I had a serious talk with my ex-fiancee today.
He cried.
I cried.
I\'m leaving behind a trail of hurt feelings and pain.
Most of it\'s my own.
My God, someone kill me.
Someone must be beating me in the head with a tiny sledge hammer.
make it stop. please?
I wonder how much my mom will scream at me before I go.
I need a drink.
I need a razor.
Anything other than this emotional pain that\'s killing me.
Manifests itself physically though.
Spreads through my chest and my solar plexus.
The physical is always better than the emotional pain.
But I can\'t have my razor or a drink.
I promised I wouldn\'t.
But how would they know?
No, I can\'t think of that.
But maybe....they\'d never know...
the ramblings of my mind. i didn't think. just typed. it helps sometimes.
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daymare01's avatar
I really like this piece. It reminds me so much of myself sometimes it hurts.