stories - eight

they shared their birthday.
only she thought it was special.
weird, cool... something like magic.
he thought her to be a fool
a cute fool, but a fool...
why do you have all these weird notions?
whatever, you suck, she said and smiled.
they were going out, for the first time - tonight.

stories - seven

she was crying, again.

what shall i tell her? he thought

he was just as upset as her.

he did love her but he was afraid.

he didn't want to break himself,
anymore than breaking her.

he grabbed her hand and squeezed

she knew all she had was now.

stories - six

She asked me to tell her a story.

I tried hard to think of one.

What must I tell her?

Panic was creeping in.

I don't know how to tell stories, I thought.

But I like to read them.

And hear them...

Why am I so weird?

She wants me to begin, now.

stories - five

How do you not care about these things?

Don't know... I just don't, I guess. You shouldn't, too.

You're so cool.

Look, at one point, I felt the same way. It's difficult to explain... I get that. That feeling like nothing matters and nobody cares. It's all you. You are mildly depressed, yes. I'll help you figure it out, yeah... But sometimes things are magnified in our minds. We need to step out of our heads for a while.

I know what you mean. But it's so difficult...

Hey, you're crying... Actually, do that. 

Erm, I'm sorry, it's all I ever seem to do lately.

Get it all off of your chest... It's cool.

You're so cool.

Hahahaha! Shut up. Look, things will never seem better. Life will never be constant; we just gotta help your brain a little. Find some balance. We've got this. :-)

Okay.

stories - four

R: “... I have been sad for a long time.”

M: “Can you tell me why?”

R: “I don't even need a reason, sometimes... ”

M: “Why don't you begin with what's on your mind, at this very moment?”

R: “Thoughts. Thoughts of things. People. My life. Him and her. The future. I'm worried. Nobody cares. I'm worried I'm being narcissistic, too... ”

M: “Okay. Please continue... I'm taking more notes... What disappoints you the most?”

stories - three

There is no story.
There never was.

stories - two

Death makes me really sad. Anyone's death. People dying, in general. It just upsets me terribly... :'-(

stories - one

Baths. Ah, the sound of clean, pure foamy water filling a metal pail to its brim...

Do you how luxurious that feels? To hear that sound. And to feel that warm, clean water kiss your skin.

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I don't know where I am going with this but I thought of making up silly stories. I wish I could write a book...