Writing Sad Stories

Oh wow. I wrote a story that was so damn long that winword told me they couldn’t be bothered to check for my spelling and grammatical errors anymore. It’s not even near the end!

That said, I don’t really know why I like to write about traumatised, mentally unstable or mentally unsound people. It’s interesting to write though.

The first time I ever cried writing my own story was in secondary school. Actually, it wasn’t my story. The character was a direct reference to my ex-neighbour. At the time I wrote the story, his grandmother had just passed away not too long ago, and when he talked to me about it, I felt like he was rather disturbed and depressed. I don’t know what my composition topic was, but I wrote his story and tried to imagine what he felt like. I ended up crying and writing it. I still remember my English teacher then, Ms Karen Ng, asking me if I feel for my characters when I write them.

I don’t remember when I wrote the next story, but recently I reread one of my old stories and felt depressed over it. It was about one guy who’d recently killed his friend. This friend is a total annoyance, but his friend was the one who accommodated him at his (friend) house when he was fleeing from his hometown for something else. His friend left him all of a sudden, and the next time they met, they were enemies. Wow, soap drama. Then anyway, he went back to his friend’s house, made dinner like he used to, and sat at the dinner table, waiting for his friend to come back. I made three endings for that just to make me feel better >< His friend was a supernatural being, so I made one where his friend did come back, one where his friend came back for revenge and the last where his friend was just, well, dead.

Today, I continued to write my freakishly long story. This story will never see the light, but anyway, I didn’t know writing about how a rape victim cannot resume a normal love life that easily was that depressing. Ugh. Felt so sad writing it. I’ve never met a single rape victim and his/her family members (thankfully), but I can imagine how hard it must be.

Why, oh why, do humans gravitate to the darker side of life…

Luckily, I wrote a crap load of stupid stories that make me laugh, so I guess it balances out in the end. Hahaha.