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My prelims are finally over with, so I can start posting on this app again because this is something I love doing. My prelims went ok. Except one, my English Writing.
I am so worried. So, so worried. This time two nights before I didn't have a care in the world. But now after having a tiny, two minute conversation I now worried sick.
To be honest, in this day in age the people who didn't get bullied in schools are the weird ones. -Me.
A scene of a peaceful small town called Tinygreen, lights beem into the sky. It just looks like a normal town where not much happens.
I could stare into your eyes for a 1000 lifetimes. I never tire of them and I know i never will. You mean everything to me and more. I treat you like a princess if you wanted or treat you as an equal.
My friends are annoying. Yet there the best. Friends who you can trust. Right there for you. I don't hardly fit in tho. Even when I try to. Not fully myself. Don't say this or that.
Look, don't ever let yourself be sad or depressed. Theres nothing wrong with speaking to someone about your problems.
Twiddling Fingers, itchy trigger and sweaty brows. All the effects of a good old fashioned show-down.
I stand there, staring at the huge, burning red doors, small gaps in between them to show whats inside, people walk in the gate but hardly out. They march in like mindless zombies.
Opuss, where I can vent my underlying thoughts and worries, weave them into a story for others to admire and also to enhance my intellect with many great story's to read.
Three friends sat on a dirty, old park bench. Phil, Chris and Billy. They are talking about there camping trip they are taking the coming Friday.
The huge metal door slide open. Dust flies up from the floor as if the doors hadn't been open in centuries.
We say we are living our life right now. But what if we are on our death beds, our life flashing before our eyes at the speed we see life today. -Brad Thomson (think about that for a while) :).
Two friends sat playing together on the mossy grass, next to the cold refreshing river. One boy in a tattered, old leather tunic, the other in a rich, smooth velvet coat.