"Write drunk; edit sober." Thank you, Hemingway.
She wasn't drunk yet, but she was tipsy enough to write all the same. Here she was, typing in third person, all because her therapist said it might help. The hell it did. Just made her stories more dramatic: She had lost her job (instead of quitting, as had actually happened); she had no more money left ($2500, though that would go soon enough); her boyfriend despised her (but actually loved her and promised to stay through everything). The truth was, she hated herself, hated her illness (which was actually there), hated her situation. She wished she could love him as much as he loved her, but she couldn't. It was true, really -- you had to love yourself before you could love anyone else.
And there he was, calling.
"Wait a sec, I'm gonna pee, then call you back."
How romantic.
Okay, so while she loved him, he could get on her nerves sometimes. This wasn't one of those times -- she was waiting for him to come home so she could fuck the crap out of him -- but it was an idea.
There he was again. Guess he could pee quickly.
Talking about food now. Anything for a distraction.
It wasn't really all that bad, though, she was sure. Just her mind creating more drama. Guess that's what happens when you work at a video store for two years.
Too much drama. The end.
She wasn't drunk yet, but she was tipsy enough to write all the same. Here she was, typing in third person, all because her therapist said it might help. The hell it did. Just made her stories more dramatic: She had lost her job (instead of quitting, as had actually happened); she had no more money left ($2500, though that would go soon enough); her boyfriend despised her (but actually loved her and promised to stay through everything). The truth was, she hated herself, hated her illness (which was actually there), hated her situation. She wished she could love him as much as he loved her, but she couldn't. It was true, really -- you had to love yourself before you could love anyone else.
And there he was, calling.
"Wait a sec, I'm gonna pee, then call you back."
How romantic.
Okay, so while she loved him, he could get on her nerves sometimes. This wasn't one of those times -- she was waiting for him to come home so she could fuck the crap out of him -- but it was an idea.
There he was again. Guess he could pee quickly.
Talking about food now. Anything for a distraction.
It wasn't really all that bad, though, she was sure. Just her mind creating more drama. Guess that's what happens when you work at a video store for two years.
Too much drama. The end.
