Drama Monologue Flashcards
…Ever since I’ve been coming to therapy, I’ve spent more time thinking about what’s actually going on in my mind…
You see, I never thought that you could feel more alone, than actually being alone. But wow, was I proved wrong.
You see, I never thought that you could feel more alone, than actually being alone. But wow, was I proved wrong.
Pouring my heart out for the ones I love, and being met with indifference for my efforts. Like what I did had no real meaning. Sure, there were half-hearted thank yous, but I guess that’s where it ended.
Pouring my heart out for the ones I love, and being met with indifference for my efforts. Like what I did had no real meaning. Sure, there were half-hearted thank yous, but I guess that’s where it ended.
That was bad enough in itself, sure, but seeing the casual, and tiny ‘sacrifices’ other people made, barely even going out of their way to do something, and watching these ‘acts of kindness’ being met with recognition, praise and honour like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
That was bad enough in itself, sure, but seeing the casual, and tiny ‘sacrifices’ other people made, barely even going out of their way to do something, and watching these ‘acts of kindness’ being met with recognition, praise and honour like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Now that… That is what really hurts.
Now that… That is what really hurts.
I always seemed to think that life would turn out good eventually. Like when you were a little kid on the playground, and your crush didn’t like you back, you’d have a new crush by the time lunch was over.
I always seemed to think that life would turn out good eventually. Like when you were a little kid on the playground, and your crush didn’t like you back, you’d have a new crush by the time lunch was over.
I kind of just assumed that everything would have to turn out right in the end. Now I’m not so sure.
I kind of just assumed that everything would have to turn out right in the end. Now I’m not so sure.
This sickness has consumed me with uncertainty, and confusion. No one can tell me what’s wrong with me, they can only tell me that something is wrong with me. Thanks a lot, like I didn’t already know that.
This sickness has consumed me with uncertainty, and confusion. No one can tell me what’s wrong with me, they can only tell me that something is wrong with me. Thanks a lot, like I didn’t already know that.
Every day, waking up and not feeling any better in the slightest is pretty scary to be honest.
Every day, waking up and not feeling any better in the slightest is pretty scary to be honest.
Not knowing what the hell is wrong with me, how to fix it, or how serious it actually is, fills me with some kind of fear that can’t even be put into words.
Not knowing what the hell is wrong with me, how to fix it, or how serious it actually is, fills me with some kind of fear that can’t even be put into words.
It’s like this sickness is in control of my life - like it’s in the driver’s seat, and I’m bound and captive, stuffed in the boot.
It’s like this sickness is in control of my life - like it’s in the driver’s seat, and I’m bound and captive, stuffed in the boot.
I’ve got to say, the feeling that my last days could possibly be spent in some hospital room, with beeping monitors and florescent lights, with no one to hold my clammy, weak hands,
I’ve got to say, the feeling that my last days could possibly be spent in some hospital room, with beeping monitors and florescent lights, with no one to hold my clammy, weak hands,
no one to say their last goodbyes, just me, and the eerie silence of the room. That feeling absolutely terrifies me.
no one to say their last goodbyes, just me, and the eerie silence of the room. That feeling absolutely terrifies me.
Everyone I have ever loved, has come up with some excuse, or some reason to leave, or stop loving me.
Everyone I have ever loved, has come up with some excuse, or some reason to leave, or stop loving me.
And the thing is - I completely and honestly do not blame them. I would too. And I’m not even just saying that.
And the thing is - I completely and honestly do not blame them. I would too. And I’m not even just saying that.
Looking at my life, the things I’ve done and said, the way I treat people, I would never want to love someone like me, so how can I expect other people to?
