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I feel like I am falling. Losing my identity. Losing everything I love. Falling from my sanctity. Everyone is pushing me. Go this way. No. Go there. I don't even know, myself. I'm pulling out my hair.
Yea. That defines my current state of existence. 'On hold'- My prior excitement for homecoming has sizzled out, though it hasn't really progressed into a depressive mode, it is in a idle state.
Hello again, today is Sunday, October 21, 2012. Now, should we trade our own happiness to be more productive and to aquire more economic benefits.
Why. Why is it so hard to understand. You all have had it happen to you. So then why when it comes to me you find it so hard to comprehend. Why should I be any different.
You know, sometimes it's hard, having to be on the outside, sometimes, you have to be your own best friend, but for some people you have friends on the outside, just waiting there patiently with you,...
I wish to belong For my stories to be told A place were I long In this earthly world I don't quite fit in No one really listens I feel like a sin in this big world Why do you talk like so You...
Time to get on my train Got to find my own track Get it all out of my brain And try to never look back No more feeling hurt and sad Constantly forward no return The end of being made to look...
-feel free to make your own list like this. Tag it #atozofme (if you can't think of one leave it blank :3)- #atozofme A- Adventure Time. ADAM YOUNG.
#youngwritershousehold Cup half empty, Cup half full. Does it really mean a thing. Or is it all bull. If you like to lie-in, Or you're an early bird. Does that say something about you.
(Oh oh, my heart is breaking.
So today is the end of my 4day trip away. It has been brilliant in every single way. I conquered my fear of public speaking. I have stopped my heart from bleeding.
I love. I hate. I cannot control my fate. I laugh. I cry. I don't know when I'll die. I succeed. I fail. But I have never been to jail. I go silent. I scream. I see butterflies in my dreams. I give.
Regular girls read romance novels, I read mein kampf. Regular girls have massive crushes on celebrities, I have a massive crush on Hans Christian Anderson.
Well my mother used to say when things don't go your way you'll work it out. And my father always said when things are going down, don't stick around.
Me and my boyfriend broke up today. It's all good though. I'm actually relieved. I feel like I put too much effort into something that I knew wouldn't work. It wasn't worth it.
I'm so sick of all the madness, I'm so sick of all the pain. I'm sick of the psychotic world I live in. I'm so sick of feeling like I'm insane. I'm so sick of feeling sad. I'm so sick of being mad.
Chapter 38: I held my breath as the wings of the plane lifted above the ground. I had to get away from it all, that was the only way I could recollect myself from everything that had happened.
We met that day, For a reason. We still talk today, For a reason. I got your number, For a reason. I dream of you as I slumber, For a reason. Our friendship grew quickly, For a reason.
As you sit there moulding your character Sculpturing his intentions, directing his reflection, naming his corrections, giving him false direction...
Sitting on the grass at the top of the cliff, we shared a bottle of red wine. The only sound was the rustling of the trees as the wind blew, sending goosebumps on our bare arms.
I think I might be a subconscious writer, I worked it out today, Doing my controlled assessment, In my own little way.
Many things. Many places. Abundance of laughter. And familiar faces. Many hearts. Filled with love. Many have faith. From up above. Many are different. Many are kind. No matter who I've chosen to be.
The dresses in your wardrobe tell a story. but never a tale of your own wedding glory. Addicted to the weddings, a true romantic. With every tiny detail your so pedantic.
The runt of the pack. His brothers all so successful. But Joe is a poet. Living a life far less stressful. They call him a waif. Now they might just be sour. Because whilst they're behind desks.