Requiem for a broken stranger - Technique (top 5 ebook reader .TXT) 📗

In the darkness … this is where you are right now. And no, I don’t mean night. Alright, so it really is night. But that’s not what I meant. I mean the darkness inside. The darkness that wraps you into a thick blanket, numbing everything out.
You thought you were over it. You thought you were ok.

Well, think again.

You’re not over it.
You’re not ok.

And you know it. Deep down inside you know it. No matter how much you try, no matter how dearly you want to convince yourself of the opposite. Deep down inside.
So what are you going to do?


A therapy?

Wallow in self pity, unable to even get up and out of
bed?

Annoy the few friends you still have?

Barricade yourself in your tiny excuse of a room and get drunk?

Throw in the odd pill, maybe two, maybe ten?

Go out and yell so loudly that your throat will be sore for the next couple of days, reminding you of just how great a failure you are?

Shred your clothes?

Cut your hair?

Cut yourself?

Kill yourself?


But you know you won’t do it. You won’t go out and yell, because it might wake somebody up. As much as you would like people to know, as much as you would like to rip down the artificial façade that sucks all the energy out of your tired, numb body in the effort to keep it up, you know you can’t. You don’t want people to know. You don’t want people to see. You are the perfect one, with no reason to be unsatisfied.

And yet….
And yet….

You are tired of analysing. You tried to analyse yourself for the last couple of years. Why you, and can’t you change, and what if you, and as soon as, …

But it’s not working, and you know it.

Publication Date: 10-09-2009

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Dedication:
This is for you, Stranger