Janis Joplin,
Want you, talk, listen, hold ya, want you, need you
Anything, baby, I can do for you
Tell your mama, babe
Janis Joplin – Tell Mama
I figure if I can’t talk to my Mama, I can talk to after all, you make everything alright. Now my mama isn’t dead Janis…. it’s just I can’t talk to her, while from you I always felt connected in a way… I guess it’s stupid to be really emotionally attchrd to a dead person but you aren’t the first. After I read Love Letters To The Dead, I looked up everyone or mostly everyone. You,Amy,Kurt,Judy. I got so attached to you all and felt such a connection. I used to have another diary you see, it had my very own letters once agin to you,Amy and Kurt. And it worked like nothing else had worked before, by writing to you, my emotions, my burdens felt lighter I guess. It’s stupid I know. But I don’t have that anymore, I mean I threw the diary out, I didn’t want to, not in the slightest, it felt like abandoning my friends, but my family were moving house and I didn’t want them seeing it. It was too personal and heartfelt for them.
I haven’t lost that connection and with the latest addition of your movie on Netflix (They made a film about you, you were remembered after all) , I felt like talking to you again. Nothing has changed much, I’m in fourth year now (GCSE year) and I feel like I’ve lost myself and I don’t really know how. I’m doing my homework and then I chill out, I feel caged almost. I want out, i need out. When I’m able, I’m out of here and heading to London. There is no way in heaven or Hell am I living out the rest of my life in Ireland. I’m going to London then Camden (Probably spelt wrong) then Seattle then Aberdeen, then possible dean Francisco and maybe pPort Aurther. The way I see it, is like this ; If I can get out and just see where these people sang,lived and created then I could find a place for my writing there somehow no matter if I spend my whole life trying to write books as moving and thought provoking as Love Letters To The Dead. My parents pushed me to be a teacher when I was a kid but that’s not for me, they always used to say I could write on the side but I need to get out, I need to see it for myself, I need to live,breath,create. Find myself
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