Ngah

[sroni]

I feel like my emotions are all jammed into a blender at high speed, and I’m left having to deal with the mush. The only thing is, to deal with it, I have to know what emotions they are. And I don’t. Has anyone seen Freaks and Geeks? Well, there’s this one scene where Sam and Neil are making a concoction that Bill has to drink. He has to keep his eyes closed so that he doesn’t know what’s going into the sludge, while they mix everything up, and then turn it into a smoothie. Well, that’s what I feel like with my emotions. Like I’ve been blindfolded, and all my emotions are all mixed together, and I have no clue what’s in them, but I have to work through them.

It’s rough.

To cheer myself up, I decided to write a drabble.

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She’s slipping off the edge. She can feel it. She’s sliding off the edge of a cliff into utter darkness, and that thought scares her more than any other thing she’s dealt with. She’s trying to keep it from happening. She’s holding on, but only tenuously. She’s clinging to the edge by her fingernails.

Her friends will save her.

What a joke. She doesn’t have friends.

He will save her.

No, he won’t. Why should he? She wasn’t anything to him.

She couldn’t fall. She wouldn’t fall.

She was clinging to the edge of the cliff by her fingernails.

But fingernails break.