DAYS I HAVEN’T MET CHARLIE BROOKER
High Expectations
Inner Dialogues
- I’m done -
Day 74
11. INT. DAY. MY HEAD
ME 1
Alright, I just sent it. Oh, shit…
ME 2
What’s going on?
ME 1
She’s going to read us and hate it. I’m sure. Fuck! Why did I sent her this? I should have waited and sent something else. Something better.
ME 2
Again?! The whole purpose of this is to be seen, isn’t it? WE can always try sending something else, you know?
ME 1
What if she only sees us because of…
ME 2
Ah, fuck it. I’m done here.
ME 1
…
ME 2
I’m going to cut you off because I’m actually fed up. I know what you’re about to cry about. I’m done. Fuck, if we had any followers, they’d be done too.
ME 1
Wh…
ME 2
Fuck! Every fucking week! I’m done! I’m going to be “ME 1” from now on, at least when it comes to making some fucking decision about what the fuck to do.
ME 1
…
ME 2
I don’t give a shit if this reads as a fucking monolog. Dude, You’ve coming up with excuses not to send this to people, and other shit as well, “trying” whatever the fuck you think you’re trying in the most comfortable possible way and yet, and this is the part that truly shocks me, you actually expect things to change.
ME 1
I’ve been…
ME 2
Shut the fuck up. Yeah, you’ve tried this or that in some extent. But I’m fucking done! We’re now going full-throttle on this bitch and you’re about to annoy and make a shitload of fucking mistakes! I am FUCKING DONE! You want to cry about something, fuck, at least you’ll cry about being made fun of by people that will take a few moments of their days to actually go through your shit! You’ll be sending a bunch of fucking whatever the fuck shit you need to send to whetever the fuck people you need to! I. AM. FUCKING. DONE.
ME 1
…
ME 2
No. S wasn’t your only hope and chance to actually get some fucking where, she was the wake up fucking call you needed to stop giving much of a shit! You’ll be screwing things over a lot of times, like you’ve done it so many times before, and that’s about to become FINE! JUST FUCKING FINE! I’m done. Even here, writing this sorry ass thing. New beginning next week, for fucking real this time. You’ll be annoying the living hell out of a bunch of fucking fuckers, be prepared to do so. Peace. Good fucking Riddance to any poor soul that actually stumbled upon this crappy web-whiny journal this week. Move THE FUCK on. We’re actually going some fucking where now.
…Day 74, Charlie. My fucking turn.
