she refused to let herself breakdown.

she continued driving but yet her mind was not concentrated on driving.

as she drove, she kept replaying the scene in her mind. she saw herself begging. she was holding his legs. he kicked her away.

she was begging him not to leave her and their baby.

he threw her against the wall and stormed away.

she curled herself into a ball and wept. she cried till she was so exhausted that she fell asleep.

when she awoke, she felt an ache in her heart. she decided to get him back away from the bitch.

she dragged herself though she felt woozy and got into the car.

as she drove, she kept thinking about him, she called him again. this time he answered and yelled at her.

yelled at her saying she’s ugly and stupid and lifeless in bed. his new whore made him happy. he then slammed the phone on her.

her tears welled up in her eyes. she wished for the heartache to stop.

as she wiped her eyes, she swerved. the car hit the road and she flew thru the windshield. she had forgotten to wear her seatbelt in her hurry.

she got her wish in the end….

remember de story abt the girl stabbing herself?

i was going to sleep and suddenly i tot of a girl cutting herself. i got up in the middle of the night and got a pen and paper and wrote wat i thought.

suddenly the weirdest thought pop into my head.

i wanted to write how the pain felt. but i never sliced/cut/stabbed myself before. i suddenly had the urge to juz give a little slit to feel how it was.

i wouldnt be able to write about how the pain feel unless i felt it right?

but i shook the thought off and changed the story. i wonder abt those script writers. how do they express stories/scripts so well that we can visualise/feel the story.

i usually write based on emotions. for instance the digging one. luckily this aint my job. its just something i write when i have a weird thought in my head.

ok. i think sadistic thoughts. bleah.

but imagine those whose passion is writing stories…

how far would you go for your art?