Writermary
Let me Read
Not yet midnight and I’m so tired. Not sleepy, mind you, but just so bone-tired and weary. I don’t know how much more I can take of this life. How many more days must I go through the routine of what everyone else calls normal? Why should I try to be normal anyway? All I [...]
Party Time
Tonight, we’re going to a party. I feel like a teenager again and it feels like I am going to my first party without family supervision. No older brothers to keep the boys away and no younger sisters to tattle on me if I do something – fun! Still, I’m nervous. Maybe it’s because I’m [...]
My first audition
I’m going to my first audition today. Oh, boy – oh, boy – oh boy! I hope I get the part! I’m sure I can do a great job. I can’t see why they won’t chose me. I’m perfect, in an average-joe sort of way. I can blend in or be made up to stand [...]
You cant go yet
You said the words. You made promises. You took a sacred vow – same as me. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Don’t you care? (pause) It doesn’t matter any more. I care enough for both of us and there is nothing you can do to change that. I have no intention of letting you [...]
What’s next
So…now, what? Let’s see. Where’s my renewal notice for the newspaper? I know I should start filing. But, I’m afraid if I file stuff, I won’t be able to find it again. What if I can’t remember where I put it? Oh, well. That’s not so important now. It’s not due until … Hmm. What [...]
Remembering
Ah, yes. I remember my 16th birthday. It was the worst birthday of my life. I thought I couldn’t do anything right. I couldn’t please anyone and no matter how hard I tried or how much I wanted it, I just couldn’t fit in. The last thing I wanted was a birthday party. I was [...]
Comparison
Now, I know you’re kidding. How can you compare the two? It’s not even apples and oranges – more like comparing watermelons to kumquats. They are so completely different. How? How you ask? Well, for starters, look at them. Not now, you idiot! They’ll see you. I meant, look at them figuratively. You’ve got the [...]
I don’t understand girls
I don’t understand girls. If I live to be 30, I won’t understand girls. I wish I could. They’re all so pretty, but few actually realize that it doesn’t matter what they look like – to me. I don’t care how long their hair is or if it’s curly or not and I don’t care [...]
Looking at the boss
I don’t feel like eating. I feel like smashing things to bits. I don’t like believing that she doesn’t respect me. It’s so annoying to walk in there every day and have to look at her face – and smile. That’s the hardest part – smiling when I want to snarl and growl and punch [...]
Waiting
The hardest part is waiting. I wait and hope and try hard to be still, when all I want to do is pace or bite my nails or tap my foot on the floor – or run away. There’s no one to talk with or yell at or listen to. It’s just me. I’m all [...]
