Blurred Emotions - A Plethora Of Short Stories

Rainbow

Vomit until there's blood creeping up your throat. Fall back and hit your head on your bathtub; if I'm lucky, you'll go unconscious. Fit the role you're so desperate to fill. Spend all your money on cigarettes and smoke eight packs a day. Fight to breathe once the lung cancer sets in and you realize your mistakes. You can laugh, because the forced breath is just as fake as you. You poor, poor attention seeking child. Maybe they'll pity you and your fake disorders, fake illnesses, and fake addictions, but I've seen too many fucked up individuals to believe you crying wolf. Until you blackout, I won't even give you a second glance.