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The Politics of Guilt
She glanced at her coffee with a certain look of distrust. It was making popping noises, as if to MOCK her. This was of course after she hit a swarm of killer bees with her car windshield. Three days of sleep deprevation, malnourishment, and vomitting will definitely fuck with all five of your senses. The guilt she harbored was the undeniable culprit.
"It's not funny!" she screamed, "I'm LITERALLY love sick!" A wild cocktail combination of poison and hormones had put an unexpected twist on her well-being. She often woke up in a cold sweat, looking out her curtain-less windows.
"Those windows always stay the same. They're spying on me with an unbiased eye." The world views her through the windows like they were television screens, smacking popcorn and drinking huge cups of soda bigger than their heads.
"Mom and pops are out of town," she mumbled without realizing it, not knowing what she'd just implied.
"Dude, let's get ripped as fuck!"
She absently nodded and drank more popping coffee, thinking what a hero she was for killing a whole swarm of mad bees. Then she realized no one was talking to her and shuddered violently. It was going to be a long six months, and she knew it.
Just a small fish in an ocean full of other, more beautiful fish, and things can change so much in just an hours time.
"Why do we do this to ourselves? And the people we love the most?" asked a concerned peer while she chainsmoked in the back ally behind their school. She only replied with the unanswered question, "What the hell happened to us?"
She glanced at her coffee with a certain look of distrust. It was making popping noises, as if to MOCK her. This was of course after she hit a swarm of killer bees with her car windshield. Three days of sleep deprevation, malnourishment, and vomitting will definitely fuck with all five of your senses. The guilt she harbored was the undeniable culprit.
"It's not funny!" she screamed, "I'm LITERALLY love sick!" A wild cocktail combination of poison and hormones had put an unexpected twist on her well-being. She often woke up in a cold sweat, looking out her curtain-less windows.
"Those windows always stay the same. They're spying on me with an unbiased eye." The world views her through the windows like they were television screens, smacking popcorn and drinking huge cups of soda bigger than their heads.
"Mom and pops are out of town," she mumbled without realizing it, not knowing what she'd just implied.
"Dude, let's get ripped as fuck!"
She absently nodded and drank more popping coffee, thinking what a hero she was for killing a whole swarm of mad bees. Then she realized no one was talking to her and shuddered violently. It was going to be a long six months, and she knew it.
Just a small fish in an ocean full of other, more beautiful fish, and things can change so much in just an hours time.
"Why do we do this to ourselves? And the people we love the most?" asked a concerned peer while she chainsmoked in the back ally behind their school. She only replied with the unanswered question, "What the hell happened to us?"