Those little yellow pills.
I have to make a good impression...I have to be everything they want. I've tried everything..and my friends...my friends wouldn't understand. I keep telling myself that, only I know it's not true, which makes me feel worse. I can't help but want to be different than who really am. No one likes the real me, so why can't I change that? I heard about these little yellow pills. They're supposed to make everything better...are they worth it? It has to be better than self-medicating with the warm liquid, though I'm sure not as fun. A week later and they're in my pocket. Take one with each meal. A week later and I need more. More, more, more. Never hungry, ever.they've become my meals. They've become my sanity. The one thing besides late-night dry king that I get to look forward to in a day. Plus with these, I can take them to school without getting into heaps of trouble. Not that anyone would search me for anything. I'm a "good girl".
5 comments:
Mal.
I know you said this was "kinda fiction" or whatever. But you need to call me. If I don't hear from you soon, I'm calling you. I'm worried about you.
love always,
Addy
Addy, don't worry about me. Really, I'm fine. I'm trying to get into these characters I'm writing for, and tins is just helping the process. Each character has a different "addiction" and I'm just trying to get into their heads to make the writing easier.
I appreciate your concern, you're an amazing friend and I am so grateful. :).
Okay, I just wanted to make sure. Because I care about you, and I don't want you to be thinking like that...
Is this going to end up a novel or collection of short stories or something?
No problem. You are too (:
addy
Yeah, well it's kinda a collection of stories about four people living together and trying to get through their addictions. So I guess it's going to be a book..if I ever start it lol.
Well, go you! I'm sure it will be great! (:
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