I think that I have an addiction to writing.
I love you. I hate you. I can't stand to look at you. All I look for is you. I should just leave you. I can't live without you. Half the time I fight you. The other half I make up with you. I love...
That's all I can take, Out of this nightmare I must shake, Out of this nightmare let me wake, Now there is so much at stake.
I'm tired of living up to your expectations, You've pushed me to my limitations, You want me to act pretty in a dress, I'd rather have a laugh and cause a mess.
I have a problem with standing still, No matter how much I do will, Running has always been such a thrill, A way of showing my free will.
7-Tinfoil. I don't know why, I just do. 8- Mess that I cause because the. I don't get annoyed about it. 9-My iPod.
Once I felt real, That's what led me behind the wheel, I just wanted it to end, Just too fast around the bend.
I'm sorry for drowning your flowers when I was four. I'm sorry for breaking my arm in your watch when I was seven. I'm sorry for breaking the coal house window with playing footie when I was ten.
Today's my baby brother's birthday you see. Fourteen years old he would be. Few photos I have of him our sis and me. The last one just before I broke my arm falling out if next door's tree.
1- Blank notebooks. There's so much space for new ideas. 2- Brownies. My major comfort food, they're so yummy!. 3- Summer BBQ season. A general excuse for a party come summer. 4- My granda.
Stop making your eyes at me and I'll stop making eyes at you, But if I'm honest I don't really want you to, I'm bouncing and looking for a fight, Just wait a minute until I finish my pint.
Sensitive Subject Warning. Also a true story. Of all the days for my shift to swap, As I stood behind the bar in my work tank top, Mel was on house keeping, She ran into the bar weeping.
Yes I have a full name, If you call me by it it's only you I'll blame. Kendall-Jane Elizabeth is such a mouthful, My response to this is doubtful.
How could you miss that. Not once or even twice. You missed us growing up you stupid twat. Your excuse the beer, cut price. You missed Chris's football match, He won by the way.
Once upon a time she gazed in the mirror, Hoping to see her future clearer. She didn't see what made her rejoice, She saw that she had no voice. Mirror mirror on the wall, Was she ever happy at all?.
If I had the chance I would have said goodbye, If I had the chance I'd promise not to cry. If I had the chance I wouldn't let you go, If I had the chance my love for you I'd show.
Tats are art. Art of a personal nature Times of the reckless Tough if you don't like it Ouch Of course it hurts but one must suffer for ones art..
Do you remember when you were a kid and imagination reigned free. Where nothing was more exciting than climbing next door's tree.
Sometimes you'll like the cover and that's precisely why you'll love the book..
Next time you point the finger, I'll point you to the mirror..
Guilt is a bitch. Not just any bitch either. The kind that stops you in your tracks to slap you in the face harder than any other emotion..
My brother had organised a party to celebrate my safe return. More like my capture if you ask me.
You run because you want to. I run because I need to. You snigger when I cry. All I want to do is die. You said you loved me once upon a time.
Car with more kids than seats, Middle of July but no summer heat.
My meaning is boring, Simply, river, Not she who will soar, Not noble light giver. It can't all be bad Come on, a town and a cake. I shouldn't be sad, How many people can say that for gods sake.
Déjà vu, Things happen on cue. Seeing them again, Am I even sane. Déjà vu, I hope it's true. I've already lived this kiss, It's something I wouldn't miss. Déjà vu, Let me see something new..
If I was rich, I'd probably be a bitch, It's a stereotype that doesn't switch, It's like it's some kind if glitch.
This is for @HeatherAnne. This morning when she ran up to me,. Squealing loudly that she was top of the list,. It defiantly has something to do with the chai tea,.
There once was a thief and a joker, Both sufficient at poker, Until the cops came along, Looking for King Kong, And arrested the pair anyways..
As I sit upon the sand, I begin to dream, Of my Wonderland, Of tea with scones and jam and cream.
When we die and our heart stops beating our brains continue to function for another 7 minutes.
Whenever I get there it will never be far enough. Where can I run that they can't find me. No where. That's the problem with personal relations with the man who is hinting me sown like an animal.
To me waiting rooms are purgatory. The space where nobody really knows how to react so we just sit quietly and wait. I have a thing about silence.
No life is ever equal to that if another, not because one is better than another but because if the quality if that life. This is because of potential and experience.
"So let me get this straight, you left Alix with Nathalia and agreed to let her have us to for an idea you haven't had yet, that may or not work?" Chris asked, seriously doubting the stability of his...
Practically from the time that he'd been assigned to her, he's been seasoning her. Teaching her to be independent on such a no-such-thing-as-freedom place.
It started off pretty normally, so normal that I believed it to be true. Me and my older brothers were on our way to my wedding so were dressed up to the nines.
Once upon a time There was a princess in the keep Now please go to sleep Through the skies the bird soar You can see them through the trees that weep Just go to sleep At at the haunted house at the...
Kids never pick on the class clown. They are seen as amusements. Jokes and sarcastic comments. That's all thats seen, not the kid underneath.
Bring the thunder Bring the rain Because nothing will ever be the same. The world around us falls away And all I want to know is if you'll be okay. One day..
We all have things that we always have in our person. May it be a phone or a bracelet or a bus pass. Mine is a ring. My great great grandmother's engagement ring to be exact.
"What are you doing here. Do you have a death wish?" Nathalia asked as usual with the air of authority that I took great pleasure in flouting. "I was just going to let you kill me.
Once upon a time is how most children's stories start. They are more than just stories to us in our believable younger years. They are the embodiments of our hopes and dreams.
The second the sun comes out everybody goes crazy. The bright Bermuda shorts come out. The bikinis come out.
Every student loves Fridays. No matter what lessons they have to attend; there's something magical about that Friday feeling.
When is it time to say enough is enough. When do you give up because you'll be better off.
After everything that I done to get to where I was I didn't feel as though deserved anything except a death sentence.
My father will always see me as his little girl, just like most dads around the world see their daughters.
Don't let the world make you hard, do not let the pain make you hate, don't let the cold steal your warmth and don't let the bitterness take away your sweetness..
When do you realise your life is about to change. Do you see it coming. Do you want it in your life. Will you be able to face the consequences. Will you be able to live with yourself if you can't?.
The road to truth is long and lined the entire way with annoying bastards and if I were you I'd take something to defend myself with..
Let me tell you something you already know. The world is not sunshine and rainbows.
There is a certain stigma attached to mothers who abandon their children. Women who just get up and leave one day. My mother had done just this.
I had tried to convince myself that by running away and changing my name and appearance that I was a different person. The truth was that I wasn't a different person.
What does water actually taste of.
"Leo, what part of of I'm moving to away and taking Fae so we can have a fresh start don't you understand?" Eve demanded. "You tried to take my daughter away from me.
Writing is just speaking with a pen and paper. Imagine that the paper is a person who you are telling a story..
Eve knew that this wasn't going to be the blissful fresh start that she had hoped for herself and Fae when they moved to Esteredge.
"I don't want to die in an old peoples home. I want to go out with a bang." I said as Chris and I drove down a quiet road towards where we were meeting my devious supposed-to-be-dead mother.
"The target was taken out. But he wasn't the only one she hit. He dodged, her bullet fatally hitting an innocent." Peter informed.
Staring in to her stormy grey eyes, I know my answer immediately. I'll do anything for this woman. Anything. I'd give my life just to give her a minute of joy to ease a frown from her face.
You can't steal second base and keep your foot on first..
Family is family. You are supposed to stand by them no matter how hard they make it. Whatever you are imagining about what mine is probably wrong.