I’m not overly bothered by the fact that I hear voices in my head.
What bothers me is they never talk to me…just about me.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
I’m not overly bothered by the fact that I hear voices in my head.
What bothers me is they never talk to me…just about me.
It’s always been easier to cut flesh, to cleave sinew and separate bone.
Putting them back together requires so much more effort: look what beauty I have made!
I don’t know how long I’ve been down here, but the battery in my phone died some time ago. My only chance of escape is finding where the whispers are coming from.
Dear diary,
I was thinking about sticking my pencil into the little button-hole eyes of my boss who thinks he’s a big shot, treating me like some insignificant clerk that files meaningless papers over 9 hours a day, 365 days a year for more than 20 years, while I am actually the secret daughter of the President of the United States! But then again, he’s just a poor guy who doesn’t know the truth so I’ll continue to work through the night as I don’t want anyone to discover my hidden identity.