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There Is Something Wrong With You

There is some semblance of control now. I still drink and do drugs pretty often, but I’m no longer the furious boy stealing everything in sight and intentionally hurting people either.

Psychedelics_r_best said:
Well, in all resepcts, I sympathize with your position, but it was completely your selfish decisions which got you there.

At the time that was the whole point in writing this. I blame no one but myself and take full responsibly for my actions…I wasn’t looking for sympathy.
 
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syd said:
bumping it for reasons I don't care to explain.

When I was twenty-three.
I betrayed more friends and family. I hurt more people who didn’t deserve it. I hurt people who did. I destroyed myself with drugs and alcohol. I took it out on innocent girlfriends and anyone who dared to get close. I hated myself and everyone around me. I don’t know why. There is something wrong with me.

When I was twenty-four.
I sat down and wrote this.

Tonight you found it and reread it. You cried for an hour, got drunk, and then posted it here.

Speechless really. Are you okay?

edit: Do you know WHY you did these things?
 
i should make an effort to read more stuff in this forum, but i tend to just re-read stuff i've already seen. still, this is really amazing. i like it a great deal. it's so real, so visceral.

i wonder why my post was last edited by liquid phil though? :)
 
all just bricks in the wall......

fuck everyone.....

i respect your honesty.




by the way is this person who changed your life now your s/o?

love sometimes works in mysterious ways.....




just a guess.....who knows....maybe im totally wrong.

you need to keep writing. its like therapy.
 
Wow...

I don't know what to say, except that I really respect you for sharing your story.
 
Ok, a lot of my comments here have to do with originality, and sharp, poigniant and NEW images we as readers have not seen before.

For example, these are some great ones:

"I walked four miles to his house in the middle of the night to pour sugar in his gas tank."

"My "Young Life" consoler caught his daughter giving me a blow job in the church choir room. She did it because I told her God wanted her to. I got banned from "Young Life". She got to repent."

"I fell down a flight of stairs after huffing Feron out of a plastic bag. Knocked my front two teeth out and cracked a molar. Stuck my parents with a staggering fifty-three hundred dollar dentist bill."

"I sold baking soda as coke to a gang of black kids. They found me and beat the shit out of me. A broken collar bone and a concussion. I deserved it."

"I broke into a close friend’s house after he had shown me where he hid his key. I stole his stash, guns, jewelry and liquor to feed my increasing opiate addiction. Then told him it was another friend of ours and helped him beat the shit out of him."

"Got first DUI and pissed myself in the back of the police car."

"I stole forty-six dollars from her purse and left her in the middle of the night with no explanation. I never saw her again. I’m sorry Jenny. I miss you so fucking much."

And all of years 4, 6 and 8.

However, I found most of the other images unremarkable if not a bit hackneyed. For example, "I learned how to use physical violence to get what I wanted. I began to bully kids and steal their toys." That's very unoriginal. And also, Show Don't Tell! Don't just tell us this. SHOW us an example of this happening, and a ripe and fresh example at that.

Another thing: the ending. I don't understand why you went into second-person. It seems out of place and not done very purposefully--please explain.

Overall, though, great work. Keep it up!
 
This is an enthralling piece. I was mesmerized. I love work that is real, raw and takes chances.

You have a gift for expression, and you have been through a lot. I hope you continue to use it.

As someone who loves to read, I can say that if you wrote a book about your life, I'd read it.
 
To me: Its either a sobb story or a story of "the slippery" Slope (Steal candy = death row for murder
 
swilow said:
Speechless really. Are you okay?

Depends on how you define ok.

swilow said:
edit: Do you know WHY you did these things?

I’m passed the crossroads in my life. As often as I’ve struggled with that question I’m passed caring why. I just want to control it.

shith3ad said:
by the way is this person who changed your life now your s/o? .

Suppose you could call her that. She’ll never know how significant she was, but there will never be an “other.”

leiphos said:
Ok, a lot of my comments here have to do with originality, and sharp, poigniant and NEW images we as readers have not seen before.

The story isn’t new, original, or even insightful. Just confessions of a naive, stubborn twenty four year old boy.

leiphos said:
Another thing: the ending. I don't understand why you went into second-person. It seems out of place and not done very purposefully--please explain.

That’s just how I write now as opposed to when I rediscover this.

Pillthrill said:
To me: Its either a sobb story or a story of "the slippery" Slope (Steal candy = death row for murder

Could be. I cry when I read it.
 
the structure of the writing - the piecemeal delivery - its really powerful. it tallies things in the readers mind and compounds.
quite interesting and very real. And for me brought instant empathy.
I wonder if you can (do?) detach from the personal and write a creative piece?
If not, I'd think about it!
TFF
 
i find it odd (and maybe serendepitous/synchronastic ms x 2?) that i hadnt signed on to this site in soooooooo long and i come back for the first time and see one of the most poignant works i had read here (maybe newhere?) still on page 1.

its as moving and haunting as it was 2 years ago (or whenever i first read it)
 
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