yEahhh. PrEtty much all of thE following wErE inspirEd by Ado (thE singEr), or J-Pop in gEnEral. MUSICCCC;

HopEfully "UssEEwa" isn't too...you know. Also UssEEwa is the title of an Ado song, btw.

 

DANCE

Happy am I for once.

I want to dance—move.

I bob to the beat—that wonderful beat.

I feel better than I have in days—weeks—months—years?

I am in one of those rare moments of light—moments less-rare?

 

How do I express this? Release this? Do I contain it? I CAN’T!

No one gets it, save me. No one feels this, save me. No one—no one I’m aware of.

 

So I write this, hoping to channel it all.

I want to write more.

I want to do more.

 

Calm.

 

Build up.

I feel it again.

It never left—it just subsided.

What are these words I write—these words I write blindly?

 

Need more.

NEED ALL.

 

GAHHHH

 

People

Who needs others?

Just me.

Self, inner.

Me and my earbuds.

 

Usseewa!

I’m sitting in my chair,

Typing, thinking, doing.

Then you speak, shatteringly.

Anger rises, frustration peaks.

You persist, growing louder.

Your stupid ear-damaging voice pierces my skull.

Your sharp clangs and words make me wish I lived alone.

Your infuriating innocence makes me ponder maxing the volume.

 

It would hurt less.

 

Instead, I persist.

And so do you.

 

SHUT UP!

 

I break—much quicker than I’d admit.

I snap—like a stick;

Bent bent bent snap!

The sounds played at my ears mix with the cacophony erupting from your face-hole.

 

SHUT UP!

 

You continue, of course.

I feel my blood boil.

You won’t stop.

 

SHUT UP!!!

 

WHY. WON’T. YOU.

JUST. STOP. TALKING!

SILENCE. YOUR.SELF!

DON’T. SPEAK. AGAIN!

I. DON’T. WANT. TO. HEAR. IT!

 

so,

 

SHUT. UP!!!!

 

, begs I.

 

sNORe;gLAZEd

Her leg bounces up and down under the desk. Her arms are folded, and she gazes sightlessly ahead—eyes glazed over. The professor is lecturing her “peers” in something so beneath her that she’s glad she has her earbuds in—volume up. She bobs her head to the tunes, but is careful not to be too obvious. Luckily, her long black hair obscures the earbuds. She almost closes her eyes, but quickly chides herself. That would likely reveal her inattentiveness. Instead, she resumes planning and thinking. Always planning and thinking. Why is she even in this class? With these…fools. The only way she remains sane is by submerging herself within her mind—away from the sickening reality.

 

That was a morE productivE day, no?

- Lilyyyyyy