It is dark. It is crowded. Everyone is saying hello and how much they like my shirt. I smile politley and make conversation. I'm surrounded by everyone, and I know they're all having the time of their lives. I feel accomplished and take a drink to take me by 15 minutes of dancing I don't want to do. I dance, I smile and dont want to be here anymore. Unfortunetly there is no where to go. My mom is probably still awake with her boyfriend and I'd rather be with these people whom I don't really know than be next to them while they try to make awkward conversation and jokes that don't even make sense. So I dance some more. I look for my best friend but she is nowhere to be seen. I feel empty, alone. I am happy, with friends surrounding everywhere I look. I grab my phone to Call someone, But whom could I call? Everyone is here and the people I wish were here, Have no interest in talking to a person who probably made them spend many days wondering what they can do to make me happy. But they don't know their attempts are hopeless. I'm not happy and I wont be. So I put my phone away and call my mom. She doesn't answer so I'm hoping she's finally sleeping and I can go home now. Its about 3 am and it feels like Alaska outside. My friends offer me a ride but I refuse. I like walking by myself. I like walking at night. That way their is a risk of something happening to me. Something terrible that would make me cry. When I walk I think about things I otherwise wouldn't think about. I'm shivering and have about 5 more blocks left. I cross the street with out Checking for passing cars. Because what is the use anyway. We all die so what is the use in spending my time preventing it.
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling. Frida Kahlo
Sunday, December 4, 2011
12. Your life is a movie. Describe the first 15 minutes.
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