“Art is just one’s twisted interpretation of reality.”
Not that long ago I took a knife to my wrist. It was blunt. Proceeding to then try the side of my wrist to see how long it would take I realised I had a problem and called a friend. I’m okay now. Whether we like to admit it or not, we all have moments when we do stupid things.
It was never meant to be this way. See that’s the thing with life, it gets in the way sometimes. In my head I think of what should have been, and it’s very different to what it is now, where I’m typing away while I can hear my neighbours fuck due to their bed hitting the wall. I don’t hear her screaming. So he mustn’t be that great. Must be routine sex.
I also get distracted very easily. Maybe that’s why I have so many pages lined with unpublished words. I think it’s a curse writers have to endure. They constantly have ideas racing through their heads and the struggle is deciding to go with which one. They harp at you like little voices. It’s for this very reason I’ve sometimes wondered maybe I’m just a little on the other side of sane.
These unpublished pages, they all tell a story, exactly which one? I’m yet to decide, but when I do, I know I will finally be ready. As I was saying earlier, everything is different now. Whether we like to admit it or not, in life we’re all in some kind of rehab. We’re either getting over some previous addiction or event. In short, we’re all just trying to straighten out things hoping to make some sense of it all.
So welcome to my Rehab For The Fabulous. The reflections, the confessions, the understandings, and in short the rants of a somewhat fictional character.
Either way, pieces of the story will be out there and I guess that’s better than nothing.