Snippets

My odd thought process (and snippets of conversations directed at me throughout the day.




He's sitting right there, in the corner of the station. He's reading O'Henry, oblivious to the world. I stare until my eyes water.




"Listen here young lady, all that matters is what makes you happy. Now go do what I say."




I heard the knocking in a dream again last night. No one was there. No one ever is.




When I close my eyes, bright lights flood in, spaces are covered with yellow, blue, green, orange light.




"Convince her to move home. You'll figure it out, you always do."




"I'll become a one stop baby sitter service to the smug marrieds. "




"He's been having chest pains.I've tried to make him go to the doctor, but he thinks I want his insurance money. If he dies on the job, I get 100,000 dollars. I'd buy a nice house with it. I'd want you to come live with me."

Me

I erased all the old entries. My apollogies for doing so, but frankly I was tired of looking at them, thinking about them, and I will sleep easier knowing that they're no longer a part of me.