Looking around the dark, inviting room, thinking of life. It’s funny how あなた get thrown into things. The room あなた are in, for whatever reason. The things around you. あなた 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 読書 または 書く is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be もっと見る 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. ハート, 心 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 愛 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 ハート, 心 crack when my eyes fall upon them. もっと見る tears gone. My hate toward 愛 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, または not. I want to, but its risky.
What is love? An orgasm with a lover? An I 愛 あなた from your mother? A pat on the back from your best friend forever? A peck on the cheek from the boy 次 door, または the last キッス on the lips from an older couple saying goodbye? But there is no goodbye. For, we 愛 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 発言しました more, and more.
You only live once. あなた 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 読書 または 書く is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be もっと見る 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. ハート, 心 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 愛 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 ハート, 心 crack when my eyes fall upon them. もっと見る tears gone. My hate toward 愛 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, または not. I want to, but its risky.
What is love? An orgasm with a lover? An I 愛 あなた from your mother? A pat on the back from your best friend forever? A peck on the cheek from the boy 次 door, または the last キッス on the lips from an older couple saying goodbye? But there is no goodbye. For, we 愛 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 発言しました more, and more.
You only live once. あなた 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 愛 love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
愛 is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , あなた can't even define it. あなた know why? because it isn't there! that's why あなた can't say i am in 愛 and say the same word after two years または two days.
あなた see, if it worked with your lover, あなた 'll say あなた loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
あなた are all stupid, lovers!
あなた 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.
あなた may not believe me now, but あなた will, in few years in your life.
愛 is a legend.
愛 is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , あなた can't even define it. あなた know why? because it isn't there! that's why あなた can't say i am in 愛 and say the same word after two years または two days.
あなた see, if it worked with your lover, あなた 'll say あなた loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
あなた are all stupid, lovers!
あなた 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.
あなた may not believe me now, but あなた will, in few years in your life.
愛 is a legend.
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do あなた 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 あなた look at the world あなた always see the small things. あなた 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 によって ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… または never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but あなた ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When あなた look at the world あなた always see the small things. あなた 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 によって ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… または never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but あなた 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 記事 worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two フレンズ are Sirens ( a different kind than あなた think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring 火災, 火 and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were フレンズ and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this ロスト 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 フレンズ 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 または leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down によって the river
または other times によって 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 によって her side
She’s avoided によって 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 によって the river
または other times によって 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 によって her side
She’s avoided によって 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…