random things on icons

By karalissa · Nov 12, 2009 · ·
  1. Okay this is my first blog, and really, I have no idea how they're supposed to go, but I HAVE to write about icons, I just don't know what.
    Icons are supposed to be visual: like an item, or a place, but for me an icon would have to be sound. I can see the best when I close my eyes and listen. Whether I'm at work listening to the machines working away, or at a concert listening to the drum beat with my heart.
    I can remember the song that way playing the first time Nick and I "did it." But that music fades as I remember the things I heard when Nick told me he didn't want me in his life. It was my chemistry professors voice that pounded through my head, competing with the rapid beat of my heart. I read that stupid, heart breaking text over and over again; I wanted to leave class, I wanted to run and hide, but I sat there listening about the properties of Arrhenius Acids. Tears streaming down my face, and her voice echoing through my brain. My friend Rebbeckha leaned over and asked if I was okay, clearly I was not, but her soft voice soothed what my professor was trying to explain. The girl in front of me had an obsession with tapping her pencil and those little taps matched with the tears that pattered my notebook. Matt, to the side of me, moved in his seat like he had taken a line before coming to class. His pants brushing against the seat, driving me nearly insane. But I sat there quietly, staying to myself, soaking up all the noises I could hear, until it was all too much to bear.
    "F%@&!!" And I left the class.
    And that is how Nick left me.


    <any sense at all? I think it continues to be about icons, not sure though... any thoughts or suggestions?>

Comments

  1. Marshmallow
    Fiction? I hope so...

    If not, I'm sorry. Break-ups are pretty bad, especially if the whole 'virginity' thing was present and then not-so-present...it's tough.

    But you'll bounce back.

    Your profile says you're 18, which means that you still have more than 70% of your life left (knock on wood) -- don't waste it moping.

    People mean a lot to people. My mom said that right before she left. It wasn't true for her, but it's true for the rest of us. We are defined by who we spend time around. This is very depressing, as I've learned that people as a whole are wicked things void of any sense of honor. There is no such thing as trust anymore, just the illusion of it, a phrase with no meaning.

    What I'm saying is that you will overcome this and realize that people aren't worth your time. This 'Nick' guy may seem important to you, but ask yourself if he thinks the same of you. Ask yourself as you lay awake fretting if he is returning the favor. When you realize that no, he is not, you will find peace.

    God bless. :)
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