By Julie D. Griffin
~ Is it possible to just carry so many people around in your heart that you start feeling the soul of the heartbeat of each and every one of them? Julie D. Griffin
To travel incognito, no one calls me Elizabeth, Daisy a female teenager without a problem of immaturity despite the same problem of same which resides among the hearts and souls of many adults today, except my dad and he's an asshole. My name is therefore Daisy. And with headphones plugged into her head, such as is not the Irish way of the country of the Irish sister of her dead at her hour of child birth where said teen is headed. Also, plugged into her head something about a rock star comes on, and only a real rock star with a real heart would be able to understand the condition and deliver enough love and enough patience to see her through. Whatever. As most teens say, and righteously in this day and age, during which no real ideal for her world, at last as she knows things and time and other things and time and other things soon about to end.
At least hours enough to call on Jesus Christ for there is one of these. But for people who might help, at least the wise mentally ill girl even knows enough to know that the crazy corridors of a mental health hospital hold more love and understanding than people. Talk about what you know. "It's Daisy, no one calls me Elizabeth." And how many times you have to tell sane people what's about is about enough to drive a normal teenage girl crazy. With more than sometimes and sudden communication troubles with others ~ As she sees visions about the future, and often while in the middle of a conversation or two with the others, and sometimes especially while with the others. But cousin Daisy, harmless enough not to even have enough heart to in reality, swat even a fly, she eats only vegetables. Minus the mucas with cow cheese. Her father sent her away because her mother died with her in childbirth, or so he says. But perhaps her aunt is her mother and her cousin her brother. Daisy does not find out much though, and as all of the family secrets and mind games that drove her to this madness, subject to human food, the refrigerator nearly haunts her. The real secret? Although with some families it is only hereditary, in this case, it is adults that drove her purposely crazy. Motives. Motives. Motives.
She's right of course. Refrigerator food is most definitely gross. The porcelain deity closed for now, it restricts as much as with the ability to bless with pure food ~ Like a few women who had been locked away on a farm out in the middle of nowhere denied food and then forced like the boys, and the one from Washington, Missouri, who it was as if Daisy knew all along he her boyfriend was still alive somewhere. But where? Could feel his every breath. Saw a vision of him asking for her help, for her to find him. What two and then one things does do the terrorist soldiers of the film gain as common ground with Daisy after the post-acopolypse fallout bombs fall? Before the marked insanity of war, the personality normal something long ago and far away ~ And that which unremembered as the winds of change begin to blow, and from coast to coast, Daisy knows her boyfriend is out there somewhere, and that he is not a game. The voices grow as strong as the fallout once did. The problem with her fantasy is that reality is so real. As with California earthquakes, and white rain alone to abandon.
The last king of Scottland and the teenage girl starlett of our feature film story today, The Way I Live Now. Meg Rosaff wrote the book of the film adaptation, and just like most teens with mental illness and emotional problems displayed much like those of the sister and other valued family members of infamous film star Glenn Close. http://outfront.blogs.cnn.com/2014/01/30/glenn-close-on-familys-struggle-with-mental-disorders/ Kevin MacDonald directed the film with screenplay adaptation from the book written by not one or two by three writers, by Tony Grisoni, Jeremy Brock and Penelope Skinner. Daisy (Saoirse Ronan) plays the teenager girl who refuses to eat much, an anorexic recovery factor, and who displays signs of that particular medical disease which requires the hearer to hear voices speaking which comfort and which do advise to run and hide from evil people as opposed to commit evil. In this case, medication helps.