Everything comes to mind
It's always this time of year that it happens. I wait all year long to be able to communicate the thoughts inside my head and it usually happens right about now.
Something about the winter time, particularly, the time right after Christmas gives me inspiration. It's as if I wait all year to get the chance to speak up, write down, read and articulate.
Since I have no audience, I feel perfectly comfortable writing here. Some little voice inside my head tells me that maybe someday someone will read it and it will impact them. Another voice echoes back and says, "you're crazy".
I am a writer. It's what I do. I do it when I have inspiration and now is that time.
I am a day dreamer and real thinker- English student by practice. I go to school where my professors critique my writing. Because of this, I collect pieces of their minds. The more classes you take, the more your professors start invading your skull. You take pieces of their art along with you. They sculpt and mold you into a version of themselves. This is the ultimate goal- to make other people more like you, but never let them become better than you. This is college.
I am Susanna Kaysen and I am sure of this. The events that have taken place in her life are exactly the same as mine, except that the cracked out doctors I see don't listen to what I say long enough to have me committed. Maybe it costs them money to put patients away. My mother suggests a new doctor but I've already gone through four and not making any progress. The battle for the mind is a long and drawn out process because we all know that doctors put their focus on one thing and one thing only- money.
I have been other people when I wasn't being myself. I have been a girl from Eastern Pennsylvania for the past three years, however, I have never been to the small town in Eastern Pennsylvania that I described. I have been three years older than my real age... and during that time span, I remained at that age for three long years. I have successfully fooled many people in my adolescence on behalf of a relationship with someone much older than myself. It turns out that society doesn't smile on women with boyfriends much much older than them, and boyfriends much older than their girlfriends don't smile on the thoughts of losing friends because of certain assumptions. I have lost a lot of people that I thought were important to me but I've also gained a few.
My life is very interesting if you can listen.
Something about the winter time, particularly, the time right after Christmas gives me inspiration. It's as if I wait all year to get the chance to speak up, write down, read and articulate.
Since I have no audience, I feel perfectly comfortable writing here. Some little voice inside my head tells me that maybe someday someone will read it and it will impact them. Another voice echoes back and says, "you're crazy".
I am a writer. It's what I do. I do it when I have inspiration and now is that time.
I am a day dreamer and real thinker- English student by practice. I go to school where my professors critique my writing. Because of this, I collect pieces of their minds. The more classes you take, the more your professors start invading your skull. You take pieces of their art along with you. They sculpt and mold you into a version of themselves. This is the ultimate goal- to make other people more like you, but never let them become better than you. This is college.
I am Susanna Kaysen and I am sure of this. The events that have taken place in her life are exactly the same as mine, except that the cracked out doctors I see don't listen to what I say long enough to have me committed. Maybe it costs them money to put patients away. My mother suggests a new doctor but I've already gone through four and not making any progress. The battle for the mind is a long and drawn out process because we all know that doctors put their focus on one thing and one thing only- money.
I have been other people when I wasn't being myself. I have been a girl from Eastern Pennsylvania for the past three years, however, I have never been to the small town in Eastern Pennsylvania that I described. I have been three years older than my real age... and during that time span, I remained at that age for three long years. I have successfully fooled many people in my adolescence on behalf of a relationship with someone much older than myself. It turns out that society doesn't smile on women with boyfriends much much older than them, and boyfriends much older than their girlfriends don't smile on the thoughts of losing friends because of certain assumptions. I have lost a lot of people that I thought were important to me but I've also gained a few.
My life is very interesting if you can listen.