I stand there stood in my dark baggy pants, black coat, hair falling slightly over my face… the way I like it… I don't want people to look at me… but no one does… I'm a teenager… and as everyone knows teenagers are angry and easily provoked… or so the stereotype goes… as I stand there at the bus stop waiting for the bus… a light drizzle falls… I hardly notice it… my music blaring loudly into my ears… loud enough for everyone else to hear every beat… it's like a shield… don't talk to me, I can't hear you and don't want to talk to anyone… I glance at the other people stood at the bus stop… the usual assortment of freaks that get the bus… everyo
A story to pass the time by unknown-entity, literature
Literature
A story to pass the time
I'm walking down the street, quite quickly and my head down as usual. I've never had the patience to stand still, maybe I've some undiagnosed condition, or maybe I just wish I did. It'd be another excuse for who I am, I am constantly longing for an answer to that, something to blame for me.
I pass all the shoppers carrying their bags, the faceless masses, living their lives, consuming other people's creations. As I pass them, I wonder if they notice me, it no longer bothers me if they do. It's no longer important.
I realise that with all this daydreaming and letting my mind wander uncontrolled, I've reached my destination. It's not anywhere
My world, it's such a special place. It's not the world I live in, it's the world I exist in, it's the best place in existence, it's forever changing, I can be what ever I want to be when I am there. It used to be very different, it used to be my place of refuge, and it still is really. But before, before I grew up, before I changed, before I became, it was quiet, dark, but now… it's happy, it's light, it's beautiful.
I used to retreat into my world of numbers, they fell into a logical order and followed everything I commanded them to, I changed them and formed them as I felt fit, I felt in perfect control and they couldn't rebel, they were
i am irrepressible teenage angst.
here is my bitchy poem.
whine.
moan.
woe is me.
(insert typo here)
i can use
drastic S P A C I N G
to make my point
(insert computer shorthand here)
my girlfriend just dumped me.
whine.
perhaps i can
write at length about
s u i c i d e
(insert trite phrase about loneliness)
because i am ohsotouchy
sob.
so, to all you
heartbroken
struggling
adolescents out there
shut
the
fuck
up
your poetry is horrible.
pain does not always equal great art.
now, go write something worth while.
Ick, before you tell me i know i'm an idiot. i had a seizure yesterday, thankfully (unlike last time) someone actually helped me and called an ambulance, although i've no idea who did call it and make sure i didn't wander off in my own little daze while it was on it's way. i'm merely going to assume it was some gorgeous sweet little brunette who is now helplessly in love with me but will never see me again :'(
i've got to say, the nurses in leeds are FIT :jawdrop: i guess it's all the student nurses being all sexy etc. this one was called lucy, although unlike the last sexy nurse she didn't stroke my chest at all :(
i ended up sleeping for