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"Be more like Lila. She's taller, slimmer, more confidence than you'll ever have." Hugo Oskar tells me. Most agents support you, mine likes to bring me down. "But- "Shut-up Céline.
Chapter 2 The sand crunched under my bear feet as I looked out into the ruff and weavy sea.
I wish that everyone could feel happy, that none of us had pain. I wish I could stop everyone from feeling like their insane. I wish I could take the numbness away.
#household Rather than a mirror, she preferred to see her reflection in a window pane. Ghostly and ephemeral, seen but never touched, to appear but not remain.
Don't read if you don't like the good side/bad side stuff, the next part will have less of it :) (Emotional angst stuff) "Our office..." I step forward, into the room.
-5 months later- I hadn't spoken to Josh ever since 'the day' I didn't think of how I felt when I read the text I didn't seem to think of anything anymore.
Warning: Brutal Language I've had enough Just stop I don't wanna hear it You've hurt my heart enough Can't you see You've been battling me Since the beginning of this I let go But you.
I want you to look at me. Acknowledge my existence, Acknowledge my pain, Stop being so persistent About me being so insane.
Low humming, Whirring, Whining. Mind chugging, Clicking, Pining. Needs to dine, On words so fine. Nothing here to call mine.... Tinnitus. It's all I hear. Tinnitus. Is what I fear.
You know that feeling. When you're just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into the bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day.
she screamed "no". it broke the silence. it was sharp like shooting a window with a pistol. it shattered the eerie quietness. the quietness of everyone looking away.
W hy do I feel this way. H ow will be the fastest.
Her lips trembled. Her pupils were wide making her eyes appear as two vast gaping black holes searching for something long lost.
Chapter 2 The sand crunched under my bear feet as I looked out into the ruff and weavy sea.
You know that song "What a wonderful world" by Louis Armstrong. I never understood it even as a little girl. I mean not to be a downer, but the world isn't exactly wonderful.
These few tears that fall. Use to be much more overall. When grades were everything. Nothing else yet to ding. I focused not enough. On emotional stuff. Sent to a therapist. That only made me pissed.
Open your eyes, Look around you. People. People everywhere. They know you, You know them.
I try to please. I won't fight. I'll let you win. I can't leave. I'm afraid of what you'll do. Locking myself in. I won't come out. In my mind I'll stay. I'll take the abuse. Without a tear or grunt.
Feeling absolutely shite. On this windy stormy night. When is summer going to start. Such a heavy heavy heart. I have to pull myself out of this slump. And stop moaning like a heavy lump.
#youngwritershousehold I never want to live, Don't ask why. Or I'll just weakly cry. I never want to love, Don't judge that. Or my broken heart will go splat. I never want to laugh, Don't gossip.
I need to get out of here. I'm going out of my mind. Stuck in the same place. All the time. I need to wonder and let imagination free. I need to find out who is me. Maybe sort out my grammar.
Sorry about yesterday. I managed to get a full, long chapter in today, lucky 'cause I didn't think I could do it. :) *Justin's POV* It happened too quickly.
Det känns som att jag tjatar Använder orden som jag hatar Att jag gråter, lider och mår skit Att jag inte vill något hellre än att du hittar hit Att du kommer hem Och aldrig vänder om igen Vår tid i...
Sitting here, in my padded cell Walls as grey as an elephant's skin I ponder on my loneliness And weep at all the mess I'm in They put me in a strait-jacket Tied me up and stripped me bare Probed my...