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Is this it. Is this how I end. Is this the last, Of my descent. Why am I here. Why am I like this. Why can't I see, If I will be missed. What about the smiles. What about the laughs.
Starting a story, or even knowing where to start a conversation when first meeting someone, or first talking to someone is something I've always struggled with, from the awkward eye contact to even...
The mirror, It breaks My self esteem shatters with it Can't look myself in the eyes It's too much, I quit I try so hard to make myself right I've given all that I've got I've used up all of my...
#rant This is no longer a place to actually communicate with your friends and family. To be frank, this place is its own little version of hell. A place to voice YOUR opinion. No, it's not...
As I walk down the street, the air is fresh and windy. My hair is blowing about in the strong breeze, but I am happy.
#phrase Where today shall my mind roam.
Today I think I can say has been a crappy day. I just feel as if I don't belong. I just feel like there is nothing to do and there will be nothing to do. Nothing is fine.
Hello again and today is Monday, October 15, 2012. The senses in everyday life seem to be jumbled about in the rush of all these things. The way we're told to smell the roses, by sound, distracts us.
Our family tree, It started with you and ended with me You were the one to seal my fate I can't change it because I'm to late You were a drinker and so was your mother before You drink and I watched...
Me and I We are the same Yet so different The same mind Yet we think apart How can this be.
I sat in bed, listening to the rain hit the window, reflecting on the past. It was a warm day, about 6 months ago, I had a friend who was a bit of a slut.
Her blonde curly hair battered by the wind. As she walked the street on a dark cold night. Not a soul in sight to witness her cries. The cold wind hitting her tearful eyes. Heartache and pain.
I terribly want to sleep. I'm tired, I feel weak. I do not want to wait for the weekend, because I need quite a bit. Give me at least one week relax, fight off fatigue.
I'm trending,. My clothes, my hair,. I'm trending,. Just because I'm rare,. I'm followed,. By fans and by haters,. I'm followed,. Amongst the spectators,. I'm judged,. Throughout every day,.
Just wanna. Break free. Return to. The old me. Just wanna. Go away. Where I may hide. My tear-soaked face. Just wanna. Disappear. Where none shall know. I'm near. Closing in. On the edge.
Memory has a mind of its own. It comes and goes as it pleases. You meet someone, that u wanna tell them something. But they waffle on and by the time you can speak, u forget!.
#curtain #household @Davedave16. It's impossible to feel like that,. I'll never get my courage back. You stole my heart and broke it in two,. Can't believe I ever loved you.
So, if I wrote into this like a diary or something stupid like that, would I feel like an idiot. Yes. I would. So, in fact, I'm going to whine about nothing and everything all at once.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, October 13, 2012. If you're anything like me, then you keep using your brain to think about your brain.
What to write. What to write. What shall I write today. What to write. What to write. I have so much to say. What to write. What to write. Let's make words come to life. What to write. What to write.
Destroy. Create. Hate. Love. Cry. Laugh Die. Live. Decisions are so much easier when they are black and white.
Sometimes I wonder why I write when seven out of ten times, I hate it.
Now I'm stuck at rank '244', Tomorrow the number could be more. Could be less, Could stay the same, But all I know it will always have to change.
Every word is a cut, Scarring my psyche. Every glance a critique, Determined to sink me. Every change or suggestion, Shows how much there is wrong. My half full glass, Is emptied for fun.