The Does and Dont's {cici} Blitz?
Apr 12, 2012 21:58:58 GMT -5
Post by cass on Apr 12, 2012 21:58:58 GMT -5
Xana Quate
I’m not a quiet person, all my life I have never been quiet. I like being able to talk, yell and scream, to voice my opinion in front of anyone. Even if they don’t like it, even if what I say goes against everything I have been raised to believe in, I will always say it. It is perhaps the only one thing that I don’t hate about myself. I love the way words just float from my mouth, or when people stare at me wide eyed because they don’t like what I have said. Well screw them, they should grow a pair of balls and take it like a man. Fuck them all. If they don’t like what I say then they can deal with it. I’m a free spirited person, and I will say what I want to who I want and when I want. I don’t care what they think about me. I already think low enough of myself as it is. I don’t have high expectations for them. Screw them all.
I always found myself in streets, whenever I wake up from drinking I always find myself in a street on the middle of a path. Just lying there. That was where I found myself. Lying in the middle of the busiest street in the district. I couldn’t be bothered getting up, and looking around. My head pounded and my mouth was drier then sand paper. It wasn’t a pleasant combination. My eyes open to slits and I find myself staring at passing feet. They took no notice of me, and I didn’t really bother taking any notice of them. They could think what they wanted. But for me at the moment thinking wasn’t a very good idea. A small moan escapes my lips. I regretted my drinking, but no matter how many times I did regret it I still keep drinking.