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EnlightenedAneurysm

EnlightenedAneurysm

Super-Earth
Joined
Dec 25, 2010
Location
England
These are only words. Please remember that. None of this is real, or maybe it is. I have some trouble making that distinction myself.


Jack couldn't help himself. He loved her. This was his downfall.

When he wasn't round at her house he would be down in his. Up in his room but down in spirit and down in heart; arms wrapped around his knees, pulled up to his chin and ready to pounce. Bed blocked the door, metal against wood, scratching paint from a couple of weeks earlier.

He would write. Letters to her, letters to himself; letters to people he wasn't sure were real. Ink met paper until the metal ball of the pen nib scratched against the surface. Buy a new packet of pens and then start again. Buy a new note book and start again.

He kept a diary when he went away with her.

"I want to go home. Or at the least kill myself. Tonight has been fucking bollocks and I hate myself for it. Jane and I went out on a walk after a few drinks and we end up on the beach. All went well until the walk back."​

Alcohol reversed the effects of the medicine.

He convinced himself that she hated him. He convinced himself that he hated her.

Coach rides. Drinks. Sex. A month of all three made him realise there must be more.

He hated her but she followed him home.

He used his bus fare to buy her roses and walked the 8 miles to her new house 6 days a week.

Is she home?
No.
Okay. I'll go.

Roses were stapled to her wall; but not even a thank you rolled across her lips.

She had a new friend.

He found his shirt on the floor one evening. He couldn't do anything. Nothing. About it.

Sex was still shit. Not that it mattered.

His heart was in tatters. Fuck it.

Bonfire night. He had had enough.

I'm not feeling well, I'm going home.
Okay. Bye.
Bye. I love you.
Bye.

fuck it he didn't deserve her anyway

 
It felt like five days had passed. In reality it was maybe-

17 hours.

But time goes slow in hospitals. The only constants are footsteps and beeping.

Plastic shoes hitting linoleum. Tap, tap. Walk up the corridor. Tap, tap. All the way back again.

At three am. An IV in one arm. Blood pressure read from the other. Nothing seems real and the blue material is tightening around his arm.

A choked back tear.

how did he get this desperate?

Liver damage suicide watch five minute intervals between check ups.

he's not allowed to piss without someone standing in the toilet with him.

No one knows he's

here. His family is asleep
less
than

ten miles away. His flatmates are worried
seven miles away.

he pukes up charcoal his stomach feels like it is filled with bricks. Grey cardboard covered in black sooty liquid. The machine beeps every two seconds and he counts out forty five minutes be

fore he sleeps.

Three days later he can go. 1am. He told a fib. he's ok he'll take the medicine.

walks seven miles to his flat and plans it all out again.
 
SWM Seeking Solitude


Brown haired, blue eyed 22yo M seeks peace
and quiet. No phone calls. No more letters to
this address. No invites to parties. No e-mails
from old friends seeking to reconnect. Enjoys
music, reading, writing, sleeping and cups of
tea.

If interested, please choose someone else.
​
 
This evening I am off to Africa. Providing I don't get eaten by someone, get blown up, fall ill or commit a capital offence, or any of that inconvenient crap I will be back Tuesday.
 
Have fun, EA!!! And be safe!!! We'll all miss you heaps and we all await the stories you'll be sure to have once you return! :)

<333
 
Morocco was fucking amazing. I loved it, shit is so crazy over there, dude it's like the best thing evar. I now look like a beetroot with all of the sun and heat - which does amazing things for all kinds of ailments. I have been up for 24 hours now, it is six thirty am and travelling started just after 7:30pm yesterday what with getting to the airport, flying back (with all sorts of fucking delays) and then 4 hour car journey. If I don't man up and end up passing out in the next couple of hours then I will reply to pms and stuff later. Pics will follow at some point as well.

Also, Camels are fucking huge.
 
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Out of zee plane window. Looked like snooow.
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Morocco is an ex-French colony. As such, most things are in French and Arabic.
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Photo of our block of the hotel
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More Morocco
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These vans must be really cool over there, there were loads like them.
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Fooken Camels!
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Some photos of the large square inside the Old Morocco town area
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One of many many mosques
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Inside of the Souks (Market place in Old Town) these went on for miles. So fucking hot.
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Me M'rrocin it up
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Had to be careful with taking pictures of the street entertainers or pretty much anyone. They would come straight up and ask for money even if you were taking a picture of something in the background.
 
<_< :D

*Snugggs DA back*

May be able to post some more at a later date, depends on what the brother and sister decide to upload. Trying to find pictures of the snake charmers!
 
Camels are awesome >.<


Got a lot of work to start now. Likely gonna be an all nighter. Really don't want to do it and so I'm hoping a high injection of sugar - in the form of energy drinks - are going to provide me with some kind of motivation. Not promising RP replies this evening, but if (Or more likely, when) I get distracted then they will certainly appear.

Do I have to do it... It is a saturday... Surely I should be getting drunk or sleeping in a bed of many men and women. And tomorrow is EASTER!!! I don't want to be tired...

NO EA. FOCUS. GET THIS SHIT DONE NOW.

*Staples eyes open and glues elbows to desk*.
 
Doing work. Finally. Not sure if I'm looking forward to going back to university, it means talking to people again. I am, however, looking forward to getting... baked this weekend.
 
If there is a God he needs to get fired. I wouldn't put the Judeo-Christian God, nor in fact any God that a human can contemplate, in charge of a small taxi firm, let alone allow him to govern the entire universe.

I know that I'm being slow with rp responses. I apologise, however from tomorrow it should all be good.
 
Royal Wedding today lol. A few friends from university are coming round in a couple of hours and we're getting baked all day. Likely won't respond to rps before tomorrow.
 
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