Eleonora Gelmetti - My writing
My name is Eleonora,
Here is my piece.
I belong to a generation whose only consolation is instant gratification.
Instagram’s likes, yes but how many pictures does it take to look perfectly fake?
For Christ’s sake would you leave me alone?
I need to throw up my dinner get to look skinnier and die while alive.
Result of no-education.
Cultivating patience, cultivating passions.
Working hard, very hard to reach the top of the mountain, that we seem unable to see.
Inter-dis-connection seeking for perfection but ending up with disappoint, smoking a joint out of your lonely window.
Like a widow you lost your love, self-love.
There is no one to call in this moment of need thank God, I’ve got some weed
that is going to make me numb.
In-capable of stable connections… relationships.
When it’s hurting, are you calling a person to talk or are you taking out scissor to cut?
In-capability of dealing with suffering… anxiety?
Insecurely self-confident leading a perfectly fine life, sugar-free, gluten-free, emotion-free-existence.
Persistent credence of your irrelevance if you don’t leave a trace.