FicWad: fresh-picked original and fan fiction

You know what, I really wanted to read this again. I thought it was great at the time, but that really is an understatement and a half.

The way the story pulls you in, it's like your're watching but you're also Mikey. You feel everything, his pain, his inability to communicate what's wrong and, of course, his own confusion. Because, therein lies the problem with depression - it's rarely one big thing that starts it and, in this case, a simple argument with Bob could easily have been the final straw.

The idea that he was unaware that he was crying was inspired! Along with the realisation of it bringing everything down.

And the ending is perfect because, you don't just fall apart into fits of hysteria. Your brain tries to cope. It's a marvellous thing, the brain. At times like this, it almost tries to distract you. Kinda like "Oooh! Look! There's something shiny!"

Reinvention is an excellent coping technique. It's been my own way of dealing with a lot of things - it's why I play drums.

Anyway, brilliant, absolutely brilliant!!
I'm on the way to the hospital to see a surgeon today and I needed to read this again. It's reminded me that I eventually, can cope with anything.

Thank you
Sas x

dfgboihkgoer;s
^^^ In case you don't understand that, that was my brain exploding from that.
I was never trying to make it even slightly good. In all honesty, I was just trying to vent some steam after some chick that was my best friend started going off on me about something that, really, didn't matter. -_- Petty shit, yeah, but it just fucked me up.
(A simple arguement with Bob? That could be the final straw for anyone. Wait, no. I meant that it could be their final moments alive. :P)
As for the idea that he didn't know he was crying until the awkward silence came up, I got that from one day at lunch. The bit about Ray not making a joke was actually my friend Dylan not making some sort of perverted joke and/or trying to tickle/rape me. See, I was all messed up because it was the one-year anniversary of my father-figure dying and I hadn't even realized I was crying until one of my friends pointed it out. I then proceeded to walk outside to the school yard, go into a corner and start screaming my lungs out. :\
And thanks for the ending bit. I never understood how you and Amy liked it until that. It clicks now. Clicks like magnets. Which attracts metal. COINS ARE NOT METAL. D; But a nickel is a coin. SHINY. :D
(..haha. no more soda for Nadia~)
Yeah. Drums. Hitting things = fun. :D
nowIhavetogobeforemymomeatsmyheadoff. xP

nowayman, thank you,
nadia