Tragically Fine

"I've seen enough horror movies to know that any weirdo wearing a mask is never friendly."

Posted by Kyle Jacobson , Saturday, May 29, 2010 10:32 AM

Waking up, walking upstairs he finds you. No matter how far you run he will find you. He's everywhere. At your school, in your home, at work, even in your dreams. When you were out of the country, he seemed to have left you alone. You wonder if he'd stopped chasing you. You hoped. Taking a deep breath, almost not wanting to stop inhaling. The fresh air, the unfamiliar peace that you feel. It seems so perfect. You don't want it to end. You feel so free. Deep down inside you know this peace has to end. It's time to return home. The airplane swims through the blue. The clouds mind their own business as we soar. It's time to get off. He's there. The air in your stomach leaps out of your mouth. Unable to speak. You feel trapped. You feel surrounded. It's harder to breath now. The walls closing in as he attacks. One right after another. Like daggers in your spine. The pressure is far too great for you to withstand. Finding yourself trapped in a corner, you give up. You join his ranks of terror. Selling your soul to get away from the constant pain and fear. After a while, you stop noticing the agony you shed on those that surround you. It becomes a part of who you are. Before you were trying to run away from him. Now he is a part of you.


          Who is he? The word "like". Seriously people, stop using the word "like" how you use public restroom toilet paper. WAY TOO MUCH. I am declaring a ban on the word "like". Stop it, or be stopped.
                                            Irately,
                                                           Kyle
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