crazy a true story

i was depresed. my mom came in and looked over at the orange juice that had been sitting on the tv tray for nearly three days. she asked me if i was going to throw it away. i told her sometimes i thought about it, but then i would change my mind about getting up. we talked about me being lazy and marrying rich men. we laughed. then she told me she was depressed because she had to go wash her hair. i joked about how hard her life was. we laughed again. but when she left i got mad, because i didn't want her to. so then i felt like beating somebody up, but decided to draw on my face instead. i started with a ballpoint pen, but that wasn't very satisfying. i picked up a sharpie and used it instead. after perfectly sabotaging my face with polka-dots and jewish stars, i moved on to my hand and my stomach. finished those in under ten minutes probably. i went to the bathroom and took an anti-depressant. then i went back to my room and started drawing on the dry erase board with a green expo marker. i only used my left hand. i would only write down random words that i was singing to myself. pretty soon i had the whole board filled up with green scribbles and the phone rang. i stopped singing. and i was confused talking. so i came across as crazy, at the wrong time. we hung up. everytime i'd look at the phone i wanted to cry, but couldn't. i half wanted to sob and get it over with, and half didn't. so i didn't. i went into the other room where my mom was on the computer. she saw my face and asked me what i used to do that. i wouldn't tell her. she got mad. told me that i was disrespecting my face. i thought that was funny. so i laughed. but i couldn't look her in the eye, so i played the piano, and laughed at the same time. i felt bad. and dirty. so i went in the bathroom where i rubbed my face raw with toilet paper and baby oil until all the sharpie was off.


	amaze me machine. \| home writings CRAZY. a true story. i was depresed. my mom came in and looked over at the orange juice that had been sitting on the tv tray for nearly three days. she asked me if i was going to throw it away. i told her sometimes i thought about it, but then i would change my mind about getting up. we talked about me being lazy and marrying rich men. we laughed. then she told me she was depressed because she had to go wash her hair. i joked about how hard her life was. we laughed again. but when she left i got mad, because i didn't want her to. so then i felt like beating somebody up, but decided to draw on my face instead. i started with a ballpoint pen, but that wasn't very satisfying. i picked up a sharpie and used it instead. after perfectly sabotaging my face with polka-dots and jewish stars, i moved on to my hand and my stomach. finished those in under ten minutes probably. i went to the bathroom and took an anti-depressant. then i went back to my room and started drawing on the dry erase board with a green expo marker. i only used my left hand. i would only write down random words that i was singing to myself. pretty soon i had the whole board filled up with green scribbles and the phone rang. i stopped singing. and i was confused talking. so i came across as crazy, at the wrong time. we hung up. everytime i'd look at the phone i wanted to cry, but couldn't. i half wanted to sob and get it over with, and half didn't. so i didn't. i went into the other room where my mom was on the computer. she saw my face and asked me what i used to do that. i wouldn't tell her. she got mad. told me that i was disrespecting my face. i thought that was funny. so i laughed. but i couldn't look her in the eye, so i played the piano, and laughed at the same time. i felt bad. and dirty. so i went in the bathroom where i rubbed my face raw with toilet paper and baby oil until all the sharpie was off.