Looking around the dark, inviting room, thinking of life. It’s funny how bạn get thrown into things. The room bạn are in, for whatever reason. The things around you. bạn must’ve came to like them in some way, how though? Did it capture interest? Is it something a friend has gave you?
How did I get to this point? Feeling fiction from đọc hoặc nghề viết văn is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be thêm like fictitious characters. I don’t understand my own life these days. All jumbled up, and disconnecting.
Anxiety like panic attacks hit me randomly. Especially when thinking of fiction. tim, trái tim races, nausea, dizzy spells, sometimes hallucinations, mainly when up a three a.m.
Closed-off, grumpy, thoughtful, manipulative, private, shy, ignorance despising, hypocritical just a few words to describe me. Everyone can be hypocritical. We are all so cruel in our own way.
No one can comfort me, nor do I feel anyone will listen. The ones who would, I’m terrified to talk to. I’ve driven myself to the point I feel like tình yêu isn’t real, and I’m silenced, and broken. I’m a fake, supportive, third wheel. I’m a sad head case that’s why I refuse to unload on anyone. I seem pathetic, even to myself.
I want to sob, yet I can’t seem to find tears anymore. They’ve evaporated. A few people make my tim, trái tim crack when my eyes fall upon them. thêm tears gone. My hate toward tình yêu grows.
A close friend, she jumps on me for treating guys as if they’re disposable. I know she is right. Why do I? No one holds interest, commitment problems, scared, annoyance, I don’t know! I don’t know if I believe in love, hoặc not. I want to, but its risky.
What is love? An orgasm with a lover? An I tình yêu bạn from your mother? A pat on the back from your best friend forever? A peck on the cheek from the boy tiếp theo door, hoặc the last Kiss on the lips from an older couple saying goodbye? But there is no goodbye. For, we tình yêu even in death. There is no till death do we part.
Life will neve ber fully comprehendible. Never an answer to the why. Live, and don’t wait to die! Push it back, for it will cause worry, and anxiety. Live with happiness, not fear, and think about this for you’ve never thought of it before. Though, its has been đã đưa ý kiến more, and more.
You only live once. bạn have a good forty years at the least. Four decades if your lucky. If your really lucky, longer. Then, your gone, no house, no friends, no air, no body, nothing, but your soul, and the afterlife. This is it, so make it count.
No. I refuse to let myself be roped back into this…must...break…free…before...all….hell…breaks loose……….
Black…It’s all black…
How did I get to this point? Feeling fiction from đọc hoặc nghề viết văn is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be thêm like fictitious characters. I don’t understand my own life these days. All jumbled up, and disconnecting.
Anxiety like panic attacks hit me randomly. Especially when thinking of fiction. tim, trái tim races, nausea, dizzy spells, sometimes hallucinations, mainly when up a three a.m.
Closed-off, grumpy, thoughtful, manipulative, private, shy, ignorance despising, hypocritical just a few words to describe me. Everyone can be hypocritical. We are all so cruel in our own way.
No one can comfort me, nor do I feel anyone will listen. The ones who would, I’m terrified to talk to. I’ve driven myself to the point I feel like tình yêu isn’t real, and I’m silenced, and broken. I’m a fake, supportive, third wheel. I’m a sad head case that’s why I refuse to unload on anyone. I seem pathetic, even to myself.
I want to sob, yet I can’t seem to find tears anymore. They’ve evaporated. A few people make my tim, trái tim crack when my eyes fall upon them. thêm tears gone. My hate toward tình yêu grows.
A close friend, she jumps on me for treating guys as if they’re disposable. I know she is right. Why do I? No one holds interest, commitment problems, scared, annoyance, I don’t know! I don’t know if I believe in love, hoặc not. I want to, but its risky.
What is love? An orgasm with a lover? An I tình yêu bạn from your mother? A pat on the back from your best friend forever? A peck on the cheek from the boy tiếp theo door, hoặc the last Kiss on the lips from an older couple saying goodbye? But there is no goodbye. For, we tình yêu even in death. There is no till death do we part.
Life will neve ber fully comprehendible. Never an answer to the why. Live, and don’t wait to die! Push it back, for it will cause worry, and anxiety. Live with happiness, not fear, and think about this for you’ve never thought of it before. Though, its has been đã đưa ý kiến more, and more.
You only live once. bạn have a good forty years at the least. Four decades if your lucky. If your really lucky, longer. Then, your gone, no house, no friends, no air, no body, nothing, but your soul, and the afterlife. This is it, so make it count.
No. I refuse to let myself be roped back into this…must...break…free…before...all….hell…breaks loose……….
Black…It’s all black…
what a stupid! love! love! love! "i tình yêu love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
tình yêu is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , bạn can't even define it. bạn know why? because it isn't there! that's why bạn can't say i am in tình yêu and say the same word after two years hoặc two days.
bạn see, if it worked with your lover, bạn 'll say bạn loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
bạn are all stupid, lovers!
bạn aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
bạn may not believe me now, but bạn will, in few years in your life.
tình yêu is a legend.
tình yêu is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , bạn can't even define it. bạn know why? because it isn't there! that's why bạn can't say i am in tình yêu and say the same word after two years hoặc two days.
bạn see, if it worked with your lover, bạn 'll say bạn loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
bạn are all stupid, lovers!
bạn aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
bạn may not believe me now, but bạn will, in few years in your life.
tình yêu is a legend.
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do bạn see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When bạn look at the world bạn always see the small things. bạn never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised bởi ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… hoặc never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but bạn ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When bạn look at the world bạn always see the small things. bạn never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised bởi ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… hoặc never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but bạn ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be bài viết worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two Những người bạn are Sirens ( a different kind than bạn think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were Những người bạn and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Mất tích sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were Những người bạn and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it hoặc leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down bởi the river
hoặc other times bởi her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever bởi her side
She’s avoided bởi everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down bởi the river
hoặc other times bởi her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever bởi her side
She’s avoided bởi everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…