beginning of my novel for CW
8:45am
Separate the blue from the green. Make sure you break up the big purple ones, those hurt your throat. I wonder what Petey is doing today. Back to the pills. Oops, there goes a blue into the wrong container. I hope these work as much as they did last week. I was confused last week when I forgot to take the gray one…those always help the confusion. Who knows what Petey’s doing today, he’s probably with his little 14-year-old girlfriends. Funny kid.
8:55am
Gulp goes down the water. Water has no taste…actually it really does. I bet no one ever realized that before. Water has a taste, it tastes like water. Nothing else tastes like water so why do people say that it has no taste? Same thing goes when someone says I can’t feel anything, I can’t hear anything or I can’t see anything. Proven fact.
9:00am
I forgot to call the doctor. He’s going to be mad, I forgot to call him last week too. Oh well, that’s what you get for having a crazy girl as a patient, now isn’t it. I’m not really crazy. I just tried to kill myself, no big deal. Everyone does at some point or another…well they did at my school. Petey did. That’s where we met. We were in recovery together. Sweetest little suicide attempter I ever saw. He thought I was ugly. I think I’m ugly. Everyone thinks I’m ugly. Except my doctor. I call him Dr. Clooney. Dr. Clooney is ugly. Your mom is ugly.
9:30am
Morning shows crack me up. Especially Tuesday morning shows. I know that each weekday is the same, but Tuesday’s are funnier. Maybe that’s because of the pills. Oops not pills, candy. Petey has me call them candy. Kind of funny how this one friend I met of Petey’s looks like Dr. Clooney. Then again everyone looks the same in my mind. Its like that one drug…oh wait. I can’t talk about those. Drugs are bad. Drug free for me…now.
9:45am
Petey just called me. He wants me to go to a show with him. I don’t think I want to. I might just stay home and cry. Tuesday’s are my crying days. Everything bothers my eyes I mean. That’s why I cry. Maybe I’ll go though. I haven’t been out in a couple of weeks.
Separate the blue from the green. Make sure you break up the big purple ones, those hurt your throat. I wonder what Petey is doing today. Back to the pills. Oops, there goes a blue into the wrong container. I hope these work as much as they did last week. I was confused last week when I forgot to take the gray one…those always help the confusion. Who knows what Petey’s doing today, he’s probably with his little 14-year-old girlfriends. Funny kid.
8:55am
Gulp goes down the water. Water has no taste…actually it really does. I bet no one ever realized that before. Water has a taste, it tastes like water. Nothing else tastes like water so why do people say that it has no taste? Same thing goes when someone says I can’t feel anything, I can’t hear anything or I can’t see anything. Proven fact.
9:00am
I forgot to call the doctor. He’s going to be mad, I forgot to call him last week too. Oh well, that’s what you get for having a crazy girl as a patient, now isn’t it. I’m not really crazy. I just tried to kill myself, no big deal. Everyone does at some point or another…well they did at my school. Petey did. That’s where we met. We were in recovery together. Sweetest little suicide attempter I ever saw. He thought I was ugly. I think I’m ugly. Everyone thinks I’m ugly. Except my doctor. I call him Dr. Clooney. Dr. Clooney is ugly. Your mom is ugly.
9:30am
Morning shows crack me up. Especially Tuesday morning shows. I know that each weekday is the same, but Tuesday’s are funnier. Maybe that’s because of the pills. Oops not pills, candy. Petey has me call them candy. Kind of funny how this one friend I met of Petey’s looks like Dr. Clooney. Then again everyone looks the same in my mind. Its like that one drug…oh wait. I can’t talk about those. Drugs are bad. Drug free for me…now.
9:45am
Petey just called me. He wants me to go to a show with him. I don’t think I want to. I might just stay home and cry. Tuesday’s are my crying days. Everything bothers my eyes I mean. That’s why I cry. Maybe I’ll go though. I haven’t been out in a couple of weeks.