would you mourn for me?Isn't everybody weak? Yeah everybody has a weakness. Their kryptonite. Me and you are alike. Two entirely emotional beings. Hurt in the past, but unable to let go. We are flesh piles with meek soft hearts. The only solice we have is that if we were killed today, there would be at least one person in the world that would mourn. Even if the rest of the world went on. We are but only another obituary in a news article.
anxious. a short storyIt was midnight and Eulfred couldn't sleep, yet again. He let out a long lamented sigh as he ran his fingers, his work ridden hands, through his rough brown hair. The television was playing another re-run of some stupid infomercial, grainy, it was heard, "Get your life back on track today! Give us a call at 1-888-924-8888!" Eulfred giggled, "This anxiety is going to kill me, I swear."The twenty-something lay back down on his degrading spring matress, rolling, tossing for comfort. Of course, to no avail.*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* "Ah, fuck! An hour 'till work already!?" Eulfred didn't sleep a wink, it was 3:00 AM. In a desperate attempt to control his mental issues without drugs or alcohol worked in a factory with a union and short hours. "At least I wont get fired if I'm late." He thought.Being an uninsured driver drove him to panic about seeing policemen on the road. He checks his lights meticulously and refuses to drive over the speed limit. Even though the speedometer is a few mi