Writing For The Mentally Disturbed 101
written by: RayFed
I swear there are some nights where everything I ever did that was bad comes around to visit me and doesn't even have the courtesy to knock. Just comes right in, doesn't say a word and sits over on the couch smiling at me.
I tell'em "You know I'll just take some pills and you'll have to leave right?" Fucker doesn't say a word. Just sits there. Still smiling at me. So wouldn't you know it, they refuse to leave so I pop the top and wash down my antidote, then I settle back comfortably in my bed thinking to myself "Now who's the one laughing motherfucker!"
My eyes start to shutter and I can finally feel sleep sliding over me like warm water. Now they get up and walk over to my bed and lean down real close to my ear so I can feel their breath on my head and they speak...
"See you tomorrow Raymond."