Post by thedeadidol on Mar 31, 2007 5:10:22 GMT -5
Professional wrestling, I ask why I do this. This seems to be nothing but a deterrent, and I am obviously not getting any where. I am broken, a shell of my former self. Before the accident, guys like The High Horror and Reckless would have been nothing to me, but I am still learning to adapt to my new personality. Wrestling is on the back burner now, though, because for the first time since the accident, someone from my family has actually bothered to visit me. The insurance money should have left me a glorified millionaire, but my loving family swindled away so much money from me that I was downgraded to financially secure. Again, life gives me free land, and I turn it into nothing but dirt. From there, rain falls everywhere and my dirt turns to mud, so I’m stuck in a giant mud hole. I sit here writing, waiting. Waiting for my brother to get here. Waiting for my flesh and blood to pay me a visit, show he still cares that I am living even though I am not who I once was. I still cannot speak, but my eyesight has come back for the most part. My muscles are slowly regrowing.
I just went to the living room and asked Caroline if my brother had come yet, and she informed me that my brother was not coming. He called her several minutes ago to inform her that there was a change in plans and he could not make it. Instead of instantly telling me, Caroline chose to hold this information from me. She’s sweet. She tries to guard me from life around me, because I am fragile, yet she still wants me to grow and become strong, so I do not need her. She’s as much of an enigma as I am. I do not know anything about this woman. I do not know how old she is, what she looks like, her last name, anything.. The only thing I know is her voice, and that her arm is very small, but still serves as a good guide post for me. I suppose you could say it’s the blind leading the blind..
Self destruction. It’s nonsense. It’s non-existent, frankly. You cannot completely destroy yourself, just devaluate yourself to the point of nothingness. And I.. I am nothing..
I just went to the living room and asked Caroline if my brother had come yet, and she informed me that my brother was not coming. He called her several minutes ago to inform her that there was a change in plans and he could not make it. Instead of instantly telling me, Caroline chose to hold this information from me. She’s sweet. She tries to guard me from life around me, because I am fragile, yet she still wants me to grow and become strong, so I do not need her. She’s as much of an enigma as I am. I do not know anything about this woman. I do not know how old she is, what she looks like, her last name, anything.. The only thing I know is her voice, and that her arm is very small, but still serves as a good guide post for me. I suppose you could say it’s the blind leading the blind..
Self destruction. It’s nonsense. It’s non-existent, frankly. You cannot completely destroy yourself, just devaluate yourself to the point of nothingness. And I.. I am nothing..
