I have too much damn pride, that’s the problem. If you ever want to know a good definition of pride, ask me and I’ll tell you. In fact, I don’t even have to tell you, you’ll just know once you get through this story. That is, if I finish it, because part of the problem is, I never stick to things. I never stick to anything. I start hating everything eventually. I’ll probably start to hate writing this story too, so I don’t know if I’ll end up finishing it. In fact, I already sort of do hate it: it reminds me of my old journals, and I used to burn them every so often. Nothing matters anymore, though, not even my pride. All I have left to do now is to write and look back one last time, like a soldier taking one last morbid peak at his mangled leg before it is amputated, raging and screaming in self-pity. There is no satisfaction in seeing any of it one last time, but you absolutely must look.
5 comments:
Carmen! Amazing picture. Don't hate writing this...at least if you start to hate it keep telling us why ;-)
Carmen...example one: we have been friends awhile and you don't hate me; example two: you and Josh have been friends a super long time and you don't hate him. Except maybe sometimes :) You are so gifted, you can't quit writing, it would be an insult to yourself and the world. Miss you. :) Love, Mindy
Carmen, you need more posts :) Glad we could hang out last night... Scrabble night soon!
Katie- this is actually a 'story', so the person narrating isn't actually me...or is it?
to everyone- it cracks me up that you all think this was my own perspective. but i guess that makes sense, seeing as how well i relate and the fact that i am the author. this is the intro to the book i've been working on but left unattended for quite some time now. i'm hoping to pick up again soon though!
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