I’m not in charge of anything for that goddam phony school. You can keep em for all I care.
12th January 2012
I finished the project, and then got distracted by John Green’s beautiful book, The Faults in Our Stars.
Go read it.
ANNNNDDD BACK TO HOLDEN!
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Reblogged From gettothemepark
And this is from Pauline, not Holden.
Should I keep this blog going?
I would like to but I’m not sure.
What do you think?
It was refreshing, in a way.
So this is my EC project. Basically Holden Caulfield from The Catcher in the Rye made out of the quote “I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.”
I shamelessly used this as reference.
You know what? It really wasn’t my goddamn fault. I had to keep getting up to check the map…
I got sick.
Not like a cold, like brain sick.
So now I’m at this hospital. And this psychoanalyst wants to know if I’m going to apply myself at school.
And I don’t know. How can anyone know what’s going to happen in the goddamn future?
You know what I learned from this whole thing?
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
Holden Caulfield.
I told her no.
I told her to go.
She got pretty goddamn sore.
She started to cry. It made me feel awful.
I took her to the carousel to make her feel better.
In a weird way, it made me feel better. Standing in the rain, watching her try and get the ring.
It kind of reminds me of this dream that I had for a while.
Kids were running around in a field, and they were almost running of the edge. I had to stand there and catch them. I was the catcher in the rye. I had to save them from falling.
Maybe that’s because I can’t save myself at this point.
I hate seeing it written on walls.
It makes me wonder what people have to be so angry about.
I try and get rid of as many of them as I can.
If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn’t rub out even half the “Fuck you” signs in the world. It’s impossible.
The world is such an angry place.
