An Alternate Slice of Reality
In an alternate slice of reality, your sims live on the edge. Once you upload them to the gallery, they are no longer safely in your hands. They are in the hands of others. Others who may not share ...
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Dear friend,
I have no idea if anyone is reading this thread other than perhaps a few. But at some point, someone may be up very late at night, and finding nothing better to do, they may stumble upon this thread and out of sheer boredom take a read. And they may continue to read, because some of it is brilliant and some of it is very funny.
Please realize that tragic poetry is not who am I, it is just a place I am at. It is not a place that I am staying, in fact, I am beginning to feel better. Kudos to you, if you read this, at some point in time, and say, " Well thank the maker." I agree. It's very self-indulgent. And easy to get pulled under. I would use a different word than pulled, but it would never make it past the censor. This thread started out fun, but I have derailed it. For that I apologize. I will try to re-rail it since it is my thread. If you want to know why the tragic poetry began showing up, please have a read below the spoiler. If not, it's all good. Spoilers are there for a reason. I would say it's possible that a trigger warning might be applicable for this one. So, either take a peek or skip ahead. Just know that for some, it might be a messy read.
Yours truly,
monet11
Dear friend,
I have no idea if anyone is reading this thread other than perhaps a few. But at some point, someone may be up very late at night, and finding nothing better to do, they may stumble upon this thread and out of sheer boredom take a read. And they may continue to read, because some of it is brilliant and some of it is very funny.
Please realize that tragic poetry is not who am I, it is just a place I am at. It is not a place that I am staying, in fact, I am beginning to feel better. Kudos to you, if you read this, at some point in time, and say, " Well thank the maker." I agree. It's very self-indulgent. And easy to get pulled under. I would use a different word than pulled, but it would never make it past the censor. This thread started out fun, but I have derailed it. For that I apologize. I will try to re-rail it since it is my thread. If you want to know why the tragic poetry began showing up, please have a read below the spoiler. If not, it's all good. Spoilers are there for a reason. I would say it's possible that a trigger warning might be applicable for this one. So, either take a peek or skip ahead. Just know that for some, it might be a messy read.
Yours truly,
monet11
Spoiler
Many years ago, so many that if I told you, you would not believe... I lost a baby. And I did not mourn well and thoroughly and properly as one should. I was just too numb. And now I find that I am grieving. Properly grieving. I do not know what brought it about or what caused it to surface after so many, many years. It just showed up one evening and sat down on top of me. If I had grieved sooner, I would have had someone to grieve with me. But that has all changed as well. People move on, and sometimes for the better.
I have not written in a very long time. So long, in fact, you would not believe. I have done math. It is my job. And it is just numbers that have no emotion attached to them whatsoever. Words are different. They are beautiful, and terrifying. I am a cesspool of metaphor and simile, irony and sarcasm. Sorry/not sorry. I rather like who I am. I do not need you to like me if you don't. I would prefer that you do, but the point is, I don't need you to like me in order to feel that I am worthwhile. But to get back on topic, the writing has been cathartic. Some stuff has bubbled up in a messy way, and I was very near drowning, but I have found my way back to the surface. * Please note the lovely metaphors and cliches. Oh, forgot to mention, I find cliches to be very amusing.
So why bother telling the internetizens about it all? Why not just write it down for myself and throw it up on the refrigerator, and grieve alone or with friends whom I know? I thought about that, I really did. Less messy that way for sure. Write it down, set it on fire, it's gone forever, and no one ever knows. Well, I thought about it and decided that there might be someone who needs to know that it's okay to be numb. Grieving will come. Proper grieving. Maybe not right away, but it will come. And if you know someone who has lost a baby, whether that person is the mother or the father, it is okay to give them a hug, for no reason at all, for very long into the future.
Thank you for reading this if you have. I hope that you have an excellent day.
monet11
I have not written in a very long time. So long, in fact, you would not believe. I have done math. It is my job. And it is just numbers that have no emotion attached to them whatsoever. Words are different. They are beautiful, and terrifying. I am a cesspool of metaphor and simile, irony and sarcasm. Sorry/not sorry. I rather like who I am. I do not need you to like me if you don't. I would prefer that you do, but the point is, I don't need you to like me in order to feel that I am worthwhile. But to get back on topic, the writing has been cathartic. Some stuff has bubbled up in a messy way, and I was very near drowning, but I have found my way back to the surface. * Please note the lovely metaphors and cliches. Oh, forgot to mention, I find cliches to be very amusing.
So why bother telling the internetizens about it all? Why not just write it down for myself and throw it up on the refrigerator, and grieve alone or with friends whom I know? I thought about that, I really did. Less messy that way for sure. Write it down, set it on fire, it's gone forever, and no one ever knows. Well, I thought about it and decided that there might be someone who needs to know that it's okay to be numb. Grieving will come. Proper grieving. Maybe not right away, but it will come. And if you know someone who has lost a baby, whether that person is the mother or the father, it is okay to give them a hug, for no reason at all, for very long into the future.
Thank you for reading this if you have. I hope that you have an excellent day.
monet11
