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Note to Self (57) The light

She stood by herself, her only source of light coming from her Ipod that dimly flashed in the darkness. She had no way of figuring out where she was, and whether an exit was near. It seemed like days had passed. She felt cold, so cold. Her clothes would never dry in here. Out of exhaustion,…

Note to Self (54) Hunger

I felt a void in my head, as if some surgeon had opened my skull and scooped half of my brains with a teaspoon. It didn’t really hurt. I experienced quite a comfortable feeling, a sort of light numbness similar to the beginning stages of drunkenness. I recognized in a blur the silhouette of a…

Note to Self (53) When love turns to war

She spent her whole morning commute reciting in her head all the stuff she’d like to say to him, consciously aware that this day would probably never come. The rage inside her wanted out, and since she couldn’t use violence to let go of all the anger she felt, she decided to write down all…

Note to Self (52) I wanna cry

I gulped the last drop of white wine from my glass and stared away, lost in a funk. I thought I felt tears rolling down my face too. The alcohol rushed to my head too quickly, I shouldn’t have drunk that fast, but who cared? I was alone tonight, like every other night since I…

Note to Self (49) Life

I am a believer, and the modern society molded me to be who I am today. I have my flaws and my qualities. I respect the rules and perform to be the best, no matter what environment I am in; I am always ready to compete. This world has forged me into believing in the…