The other evening while cleaning my room, I suddenly began to turn around slowly to face my teetering stack of books which lie next to my bed.
I slowly reached my hand out to a familiar cover, that I had not yet investigated, and pulled out, 'Go Ask Alice' by "Anonymous".
I sat down amongst my cleaning and started reading the first few pages and then Mr Dark rang and it wasn't until a little after 2am did I pick up the book again.
After the first few pages, I had to read more, I had to know what this mystery girl was going to come to. And then I did learn her fate, at around 10 to 5 in the morning and closed the book and sobbed with sadness, and quite possibly, exhaustion.
I just felt so bad for her. Whether she was fiction or not, no character should have to be dragged through the muck like that.
I had my hesitations about believing if the story was true or not, and later that morning Jake confirmed my suspicions that it was in fact a work of fiction cooked up my some Mormon group or whatever, which made me feel a whole lot better.
It was still a decent book. The writing was similar to that of a 15 year old girl. I would know, because I wrote scarily similar to her in my own diary.
It was only when I read her descriptions of her drug-induced state did I feel that it didn't quite ring true... and then when the audience is told with a * that the rest of the entries (up until her second diary) were found of paper and paperbags. If she really was that out of her mind, I doubt she had the sense to keep all her thoughts with her throughout her whole wild journey.
It did make me feel bad though about my own past desires. I had always wanted to try acid, at least once, and when I was much, much, much older, and only with people I trusted with my life.
After a conversation with Jake, I'm not so sure. Do I really want to be completely out of control for hours on end? Do I really want to have flashbacks? Do I really want my brain to see things that are hovering on my subconscious? I'm not sure. Because I don't think its good.
It almost feels like a battle. Like I should face it in order to prove that I can make it through the night.
Anyway... take a look at it, if you haven't. There was even a movie made with *dramatic pause* William Shatner.
In the rest of my life... I may be on Taxi TV in NYC soon. If it does air, it'll be so funny.