I hope to write short stories, poems, or just simple journal entries.
I'm ill
Sitting in a waiting room with no expression, waiting for some stranger to call my name. I struggle to keep my mind on something happy, something that will bury the abysmal thoughts of my last days on this Earth. I find it hard for tears to suffice now, because I genuinely have lost all joy in life. Looking up to the heavens, I hope that God is sitting on his throne watching me. More so, I hope he has his arms wrapped around me, and his face nuzzled in my neck. I want him so close I can feel his love. Will he take me away to the heavens, where I can rejoice and sing? Will he hold my hand and bless me, a child of his? Or will he look at all of my sins, unforgiving, and throw me away? I'm so close to the moment of truth, I feel like screaming. Nobody can save me now though. The solitude of your last days are terrifying. "Gabrielle... Gabrielle..." I look up to see a nurse with a clip board in her hands, calling my name and looking around. This is it. I stand up and walk towards her, the nonexistent tear rolling down my cheek.
I am a fatty and proud bitches. 20 years old and decided to come back and see what you haters are up to...
Liu Gai Qi · Tue Dec 27, 2011 @ 07:14am · 0 Comments