The Monster Under The Bed - Volume 4
The plastic knife in my left hand carves into my chicken fried steak, while the fork in the right forces every bit of it into my mouth through the tears that have totally clouded my eyes. Perched 12 inches above the floor on the carton of toilet paper rolls, I continue to force what is commonly referred to as my favoritest food in the world down my throat because if I stop for even a minute I know I may never start again. The closet I am sitting in, so that the others can’t see this spectacle is commonplace, and today it is even more crowded than usual because I had just filled the place with all of the supplies for the next month, so on top of all of this I am quite cramped to boot, with my elbows tightly into my side. My mind is racing, telling me how pathetic I am, and how it will never get better, and of course millions of examples of my own failures go sweeping through my mind so fast that that small part of my brain that is doing whatever it can to keep me alive is barely able to keep the food going into me.
I convulse, as the sound of my own chewing echoes through my head, and the fact that my breathing alters from the runny eyes and the stuffy head that I have had for weeks makes it even more difficult. That growing piece of my brain that hates me more than anything that has ever been placed on this earth is trying to again remind me that it is worthless for someone like me to even eat, loudly screaming about how fat I have become since my injury, how I am truly unworthy. The fear of what is on the other side of that door, looming knowing that everyone out there in the world looks at me in disgust, and as I sit here eating, and making weird noises as my brain fights over whether or not the food is actually going into me or not, I weep. As normal for someone like myself I wish that I were dead, the chaos that fills my days, as I know that all of the little things that bring me some semblance of happiness are conflicting my time narrows and I can never do enough of what I want to make me happy, the brain churns to remind me and beat me down with this knowledge and it never looks like it is going to end unless I end, and yet I never do.
I’m halfway through the meal that I forced myself to straiten up and walk normal, despite my need to curl up in a ball and wait to die, out to the lunch truck to buy, and through the fake smile she reminds me that one of my favorites is there and I purchased the metallic container of tat which my mind wanted nothing to do with. The last thing that I could even tolerate at this moment is the ability to do anything that would keep me alive, but as always I have a million things that need to be done, and I must continue. I look rather silly to most on my fucking cross, as I run around like a cartoon character so that I can get a smile from someone else just to feed off of that as my own mind is incapable of producing such things, but every deal that I make with any devil comes with the cost of retribution, for I have revealed in my own levity my own inability to survive by my own will alone. I have always been able to garner the attentions purely by opening the veins and letting people stare at the pretty blood as it runs out until there is none and now where have I traveled to, but a closet, sitting on top of toilet paper crying because I don’t want to eat the food that I supposedly love, and now it is the poison that I force into me, or so the greater portion of my mind would have me believe.
I am incapable of being anything that I wish to be or so my mind would have me believe is normal, so I hide alone in my closet with the food so that I may be able to take care of those that I honestly hate almost as often as myself. I am incapable of loving anything it would appear anyway and why should anything be any different from anything else as another morsel of food is placed into my mouth as I taste one of my own tears upon it. Why should I care and the battle of the mind has taken me there now for the defenses are now weakened towards the only reason I actually do lie and for my own mind to kill it’s most cunning enemy to date. That being the other part of the mind although weakened and in pain still strong enough for some ungodly reason to fight off the encroachment of the more powerful force, and to date the victor on every battle field. I hate. I am without soul. I am the very embodiment of everything I hate in this world and I want to die. I just never do.
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posted by Jeremy Crow at 3/30/2006 02:54:00 PM
10 Comments:
Remember the skunk! Just a bad day... You are loved and do love and worthy of so much more than this world offers.... love Ya!
Just the description of a point in time that happened to be today ... in case someone needed to relate or others needed to understand ... this too shall pass Don ... it always does ... Thank You ... JC~
BIG BIG {{{{HUGS}}}}! That Little boy is still in there feeling unworthy and unloved. I wish I could hold him and comfort him and let him know everything will be alright. I wish I could stay and say more, but I have to get back to work...stupid shift! Anyway...
Love ya...you know I do!
I was trying to send you a BEST WISHES graphic, but blogger won't let me.
Remember, which it hard to do I know, your not alone. Find that other job, find somewhere else to live, do whatever it take to help you and your children feel better. Even if it takes doing more of what you hate to get there. In the end it will pay off. Don't shut down and hide away like I have.
as much as you hate yahell, could you please re-add the babe from just south of you? i did a cleaning, and must have deleted jeremy crow in my zeal to get rid of the TRASH...tee hee. and from the sounds of it, you could use a friend, and at this point, so could i hon. MUAHHHH
Hey J~ I saved the best for last or did i? I was looking for Saturday blog on MySpace hmmm and i see why now.. Awwe I don't like to see you sad..You're not fat..you just having a bad day..I miss ya.. all your chuckles..I woke up last night thought i was dieing btw... ha....but guess what i'm here...I had a pain in my stomach it was like a sword went through it.. Anywho chin up we love you. E-mail me if you wanna just vent any of us.psst Guess what?! Your still my shining star... Smiles...God loves you and so Do I...{{{{{{J}}}}}}} you eat and enjoy life.. I agree with Don..ttyl.. love ya's *blows kiss~~~~~* *smile Damnit !!!!!
yeah it passes but they never do tell us when!
i always thought that human servitude agencies had the monopoly of treating their employees like real shit.
now i see that it aint.
take care of you jer, and never mind about the stupid people around you. they can think, feel, and say what they want and it don't necessarily make it so.
them old tapes in the brain is just old tapes. gotta let them die and do the next clean thing.
spike q
So it seems we all go through these periods of time..But the battle in the mind will still appear here and there.. well from what i believe it's because in our minds you expect much more from yourself and feel as though you are unworthy of everything around you because you didnt acheive what you were seeking in the way it should have been done (to your personal standards of course).. Hmm maybe im just thinking of what goes through my mind lol because i myself go through these mental battles and of lately too, SO i feel yea in this moment of pain. But through it all I found that if I give myself a hour of mourning over whatever selfish reasons lol then just drop it, then im able to get through the day..Oh btw "Hi" lolol yea its been a while but i was given an ancient tower to use until mine is fixed soo yea im making this comment worth while hehe. So all in all wether we as people think that we no longer know what it means to feel, we still do.. Well at least thats what i was told soo ha im passing these words of insperation on to you!! **MUAH** Take care of that back sweetie..cause if it gets worse then im gonna get pissy cause you didnt try my herbal remedies..fly up there beat yea for not doing so, then feel guilty cause i made your back worse and have to take care of yea..and no that probably wouldnt be pretty having to put up with me muhahaha Just kidding, but do take care. You know I Love yea!!
Just stopping bye to say Hello! Love Ya!
Thank you everyone ... Just another day in the Paradise of my head ... JC~
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