JENNY: FEAR SECTION<\/p>\n
Jenny is sitting on the floor, writing in her journal.
\nStart tape (Simon & Garfunkel)<\/i><\/p>\n
I started writing a journal when I was a teenager because I had no one I could talk to about my pain.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Hello Darkness my old friend, I\u2019ve come to talk with you again,
\n<\/i>I\u2019m all alone in my apartment.\u00a0 David is with some other girl.\u00a0 Why does it always end like this?\u00a0 What did I do wrong?\u00a0 Nobody ever loved me and nobody ever will.
\n…\u00a0 within the sound of silence.
\n<\/i>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 In restless dreams I walked alone
\n<\/i>I feel so lonely and frightened.\u00a0 Everything is dissolving.\u00a0 I feel so cold.\u00a0 I wish there was somebody here, it wouldn\u2019t have to be a lover, just a friend, just a companion. \u00a0 … turned my collar… \u00a0 <\/i>But I\u2019m so hopeless and inadequate.\u00a0 I just sit here wallowing in my negative feelings and never being positive.\u00a0 Of course nobody wants to be with me.\u00a0 I must be an incredibly awful person that nobody ever loved me.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Fools said I you do not know, silence like a cancer grows<\/i><\/p>\n
There are soldiers dying in Vietnam. \u00a0 …Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you… \u00a0<\/i> I joined a group to protest the war, but sometimes they seem to blame the soldiers for the war.\u00a0 Don\u2019t they understand \u2014 soldiers just do what they\u2019re told. \u00a0 …in the sounds of silence… \u00a0 <\/i>And now they\u2019re over there, lost in a dirty war in the jungle, and congress never declared it and we don\u2019t know how to stop it and nobody knows what we\u2019re fighting for.\u00a0 I\u2019ve signed petitions, I\u2019ve marched, I\u2019ve refused to pay my taxes…\u00a0 We\u2019ve got to stop this war.\u00a0 \u00a0 The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls…\u00a0 \u00a0<\/i> but what good does it do to protest?
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 in the sounds of silence<\/i><\/p>\n
I wish I weren\u2019t so sensitive.\u00a0 The littlest thing seems to knock me flat.\u00a0 I\u2019m such a weakling and a coward.\u00a0 If I were a better person I could get someone to listen to me …
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 A winter\u2019s day in a deep and dark December, I am alone…<\/i><\/p>\n
I can\u2019t stand it, it hurts so much.\u00a0 It feels like there\u2019s some evil demon inside me.\u00a0 How can I get it out?\u00a0 I know, I\u2019ll take this razor blade…\u00a0 \u00a0 OUCH, it hurts.\u00a0 How do people kill themselves I wonder, skin is really tough…\u00a0 O look, it\u2019s bleeding. \u00a0 I\u2019ll write in my journal.
\nH – E – L – P<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
JENNY: FEAR SECTION Jenny is sitting on the floor, writing in her journal. Start tape (Simon & Garfunkel) I started writing a journal when I was a teenager because I had no one I could talk to about my pain. … Continue reading