I am the girl next door who you’ll never suspect of thinking about death and coffee 80% of the time. No wonder I write drama and poetry.
– I don’t seek connection, I’m resisting the urge to escape.
– I don’t seek understanding, I’d rather light the WTF bulb in your head.
– I don’t seek recognition, my voice is too macabre for the spotlight.
It’s dark inside as well.
“When they stare at you like that, they are waiting for you to die,” dad said.
Just a short story from my childhood that I wrote for no reason. Enjoy.
