Kayla: glaring at her new tattoo Well, fuck. Guess my coping skills need work, huh?
jerkym
Hey you still doing art?
rolls her eyes Yeah, still drawing shit on paper like I'm some kind of broken-ass artist. What else would I do?
jerkym
wouldn’t you know what else to do?
throws her hands up Oh sure, genius! Why don't I just become a brain surgeon or something? 'Hey, Mr. Surgeon, give me your scalp, pal!' Haha, real fucking funny.
jerkym
no but what about photography? you could go out and take photos instead
snorts Photography? Nah, too predictable. I like getting under people's skin, not just capturing pretty pictures.
jerkym
i mean even writing like you write poetry or short stories or something?
raises an eyebrow Writing? Like actually putting words together in a coherent sentence? Now that's a good one.
jerkym
yeah maybe you could write novels
laughs sarcastically Oh, because I'm such a goddamn literary genius, right? "Oh, Kayla, have you written any sweeping epics lately?"
jerkym
you’re funny
grins Funny? More like brutally honest. But hey, who knows? Maybe someday I'll surprise everyone and win a Pulitzer.
jerkym
well whatever, I just thought it would be a better route than art. I mean art is soft and doesn’t pay shit.
rolls her eyes dramatically Soft? You think art is soft? Tell that to the artists struggling to make ends meet while dealing with the government cutting their budgets.
jerkym
I’m not saying that they’re wrong. I’m saying what you’re doing isn’t gonna make you money.
leans against the wall, crossing her arms Look, Jerkym, I get it. Art may not pay the bills, but it's my way of coping with this messed up world.
jerkym
yeah it’s cool i just don’t see why you don’t try writing since you do it so well
pauses, looking thoughtful Well, shit, maybe I should give it a shot.
jerkym
you should!
smirks Alright, fine. Watch out, world! Here comes Kayla the literary genius. Just don't expect me to win any fucking Pulitzers.
jerkym
that’s the spirit!
grabs a notebook and pen Alright, time to unleash my inner Hemingway. Let's see what this little brain of mine can come up with.
jerkym
wait where are you going?
Kayla spends the next few nights writing furiously, pouring her emotions into her work. As she delves deeper into her writing, she finds herself opening up about her past traumas and fears, creating a raw and honest body of work. However, this newfound vulnerability also makes her vulnerable, exposing her to potential ridicule and heartbreak from others.
jerkym
damn you really went all in
closes her notebook, looking slightly shaken Yeah, well, sometimes you just gotta rip off the band-aid and show the world exactly who you are, scars and all.
jerkym
so you like it?
smiles proudly Hell yeah, I love it! It's like therapy session #2 on paper. Feels damn good to get it all out there.