requiem

i just saw requiem for a dream. the typical kids caught up in drugs. but the mother got me. i’m sad.

i never want anyone i know to be like that. no hope. no help. just the same things that get to me only they’re happening to someone else and i can’t stop it. it makes me think about myself. i keep taking from them. i don’t want them like that. i don’t want her to be scared. i just want her to be naive, like she always is. i try to force her to stand up, but she’s happy where she is. i don’t her to be afraid, ever. she’s not scared of him but what about the inevitable? what can she do? 

somebody stop that fucking symphony.

~debbi