Post by fellowmder on Apr 21, 2019 6:57:22 GMT
Well as i were cleaning up my room i found a diary in which i tried to write about my daily daydreaming posts. I don't think it lasted for more than 10 days. This is one of those entries. I don't know why i am creating this thread. I guess i just feel suffocated of the past two years with my bad habits of daydreaming and the unknown future which might be grappled within the surges of MDing and that the past will be trodden over again
This is written in third person. I don't know why i wrote it that way- either i daydreamt or it were totally real.
It was 30th June, 2018
No one was home except her brother. She had no shame but to have ideas to throw her life away. She hunted for blades around the house. The surge for death wasn't good enough for her to be able to see blood on her wrists. She knew herself really well. No kind of remorse is going to make her stop committing blunders in her life. But one thing she never understood was why she lived in two parallel worlds- all by herself. It killed her inside in the most pleasant way possible.
She walked out of her house, slinging the school bag on her shoulder. She climbed down her apartment steps. She got out of the society entrance, standing on the street she looked over the highway lanes which were ever so laid just like in past. There were two lanes in the middle. Many a thoughts crossed her mind back then which she seemed to never recollect afterwards. A loaded truck were advancing on the first lane. She tried for it to pass over her. Her legs couldn't give away out of fright. The next lane. FAILED
This is i don't know. As i said i felt suffocated and just wanted to share. Well there is this question that prods over my head. Have there been times when you couldn't differentiate between what you daydreamt of and what if it were a reality. Like couldn't recall?
This is written in third person. I don't know why i wrote it that way- either i daydreamt or it were totally real.
It was 30th June, 2018
No one was home except her brother. She had no shame but to have ideas to throw her life away. She hunted for blades around the house. The surge for death wasn't good enough for her to be able to see blood on her wrists. She knew herself really well. No kind of remorse is going to make her stop committing blunders in her life. But one thing she never understood was why she lived in two parallel worlds- all by herself. It killed her inside in the most pleasant way possible.
She walked out of her house, slinging the school bag on her shoulder. She climbed down her apartment steps. She got out of the society entrance, standing on the street she looked over the highway lanes which were ever so laid just like in past. There were two lanes in the middle. Many a thoughts crossed her mind back then which she seemed to never recollect afterwards. A loaded truck were advancing on the first lane. She tried for it to pass over her. Her legs couldn't give away out of fright. The next lane. FAILED
This is i don't know. As i said i felt suffocated and just wanted to share. Well there is this question that prods over my head. Have there been times when you couldn't differentiate between what you daydreamt of and what if it were a reality. Like couldn't recall?