Category: Writers Block
You still don’t get it do you? None of you do. You see, the perfect intelligent baby psychologist doesn’t want to be so perfect anymore. She’s tired of meeting expectations and passing the judgment of those who are no better than herself.
Her walls of brittle concrete are weakening as we speak. Her childish dreams of a different world are crumbling into pretty glittering pieces of shattered glass.
Her haunted eyes and too thin face reveal what she’s too afraid to speak. And you’re blind as ever, all you are, you hypocrites who call her friend.
Look at her! Read her fucking words! Can’t you tell she’s so afraid of you? Can’t you read between the lines you stupid fucker and see that all she wants is security? You sicken me, you with your teaching air, you with your words of passion. Oh she is such a good actress, because you really think she enjoys it don’t you? And it’s like, Slam bam thank you mam when you’re finished with her and what does she do? She signs offline and retreats to her shadows until you quicknote her again.
Well do you know what? The little baby psychologist wants to tell the both of you to fuck the hell off! Her face twists in disgust when she reads those words you send her but she replies, she always replies like a good little girl doesn’t she? And guess what? Guess what! She’s getting better at it too. Getting better at stealing herself against her emotions. Getting better at faking those sickening replies she gives you. Now tell me, does this sound like someone you know? Well, does it?
*nods. exactly maddi