The Storyteller
We all have stories to tell, just like you told me yours. I gave you my full attention.
Jocelyne , Junior, 16. Love writing, photography & music unstablementality.tumblr.com twitter: @jocey1117 Instagram: @jocey789
We all have stories to tell, just like you told me yours. I gave you my full attention.
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There's a difference between knowing and understanding. Know the difference between the two and understand that sometimes you won't be understood..
She's lonely Tries to explain her pain to her so-called friends but they don't seem to care and ignore her silent cries. She brushes it off, she's use to it.
It's Christmas Eve, I'm aging and I've gone through many stages of life, but I realized that this is only the beginning. They say patience is a virtue, I've got none left. And the saddest part is...
It was one of those days where I had so little to do that I had a chance to relax and enjoy myself. Gave off some extra energy and anger by having a great workout.
Dark room, nothing but mere silence. I listen to the peaceful rain falling from the gloomy clouds, every little drop. It's soothing lullaby calms me down, puts me to sleep. It allows me to dream.
I love the dead. I understand them. I understand the feeling of being left alone, Alone in the dark. Trapped, with no escape. Left there to rot. Left there to be eaten.
Now a days you can't trust anyone Except for the dead And those who are living who feel dead..
I want to read something Nothing like a book Something furthermore complicated A story that has many reasoning But nothing close to a story in a book I want to ready your story.
What is wrong with me. I don't know. I have no control what so ever over my stupid emotions. Why do people leave this world.
People always ask what's wrong. Truth is I have no clue. Am I mad. Is it just me. I feel alone when its dark even if I have a whole crowd around me.
I hold back from being myself in front of certain people. Why. Well because I realized that my "friends" are very judgmental towards everyone they see.
I try to be optimistic but there's just days where I can't simply be happy. It's not like I want to be sad, it just happens.
Maybe I'm wrong to think the way I think. That doesn't make me any less smarter or you, any more smarter, just seems to me that Im a bit open minded.
Haven't wrote much lately. I had an alright weekend. Knotts turned out to be extremely frightening for me, other than that it was fun.
So I'm going to Knotts scary farm. I get scared really easy. Ahhhh. I feel butterflies in my tummy and feel like my hearts about to burst .-..
Just work up from a long nap. I was feeling pretty tired and I still feel tired. Not just in the way where I need more sleep but in the way where I don't want to be awake...
Nothing fun happened Saturday. Just stayed home and ate my life away while watching Monk . Today I only came to my grandparents house. I still have a ton of homework left to do. Blahh.
Had the most amazing day & night ever.
I don't feel right. That feeling i get. It's a feeling that seems like I can't do anything about it. I feel like something horrible is about to occur.
So I barley finished studying for my physiology test tomorrow.. Yeah I have a feeling I'm going to fail horribly even though I studied for about 2 hours . Not that you care ._.
From now on, I've decided to treat this like a real blog not only to write stories I make up but to also write about my everyday occurrences. I just hope you guys don't get annoyed or anything.
"Nancy, if it wasn't for you I'd never see what it was like to have a best friend.
Theyre all lies, everything . His world, mine, everyone's. I can't take it anymore the walls are kept white, why. I do not understand the point of being here. It's prison. wait no, It's worse .
Expect the worst, right. Today apparently turned out horrible but that's no surprise. Everything I had memorized stuck out from the organized.
Let the rain sing us a lullaby, Let the wind carry us in one direction, Let your hair flow along side the peaceful breeze, Let love come into our lonely lives indeed.
The wind swifts his hair back and forth, the way he walks makes him seem like such an innocent child, yet sins as much as the devil would.
They say that there's no place like home. What If you feel you don't belong there. Everyday Clare went home, She did nothing but go straight to her room.
Life has become so.... So bland.
And so I unwrap their hands, unfold their hateful words and place them on their palms so they can feel how I feel..
Her hair flows with the soft wind. I call her name out but she doesn't turn back. I hear the waves roaring louder and louder as she takes every step. The waves seem hungry, hungry for warm human...
I am here On the face of earth Somewhere, someplace on earth Waiting And Waiting. Come Or don't come But I I will be here waiting ..
Tired of life, I take a hit. As soon as I let it all out I see her beautiful smile. It disappears as the smoke does. Apparently, the pain isn't gone , so I take a few more hits.
I stand in front of the mirror and watch the unspoken, depressed, helpless feelings drop out from my eyes, down my cheeks and into my hands .
I have this dream that in the future I will be a better person than I am today, a successful person, someone's role model, a great friend, caring family member, understanding parent, independent,...
Take me to the park, lay a blanket and ask me to look at the clouds with you, to use our imagination and maybe combine them together as one to see if we can look through the same glass microscope.
I wish I was a butterfly. To be able to flow with the wind , reach new heights, discover the world, even if it is meaning to be totally alone.
And The thing is that I'm perfectly fine being alone, it doesn't bother me at all. Im independent , It's just that I hate the feeling I get when I need someone and no one's around to understand..
Music is my drug, makes me sane and it's that one thing that makes me numb..
I feel his fingers run through my hair. We lay on the warm, soft sand. Turning away to look at the bright stars he puts his hand on my chin and turns my head back to his attention.
It was one in the morning, I unlock the door trying to rush in without making any noise, without waking her up and having her notice that I had been drinking all night.
I'm putting the dishes away. I come across the sharp, shinny knife, I take a hold of it. I can feel my flesh running through my veins. I cannot help but think about all the shit I've been through.
If the world mourned every death that happened we would never be happy, yet we're never satisfied nor happy to a fullest extent ..
Remember that one pitch dark night. Remember those late night calls. Remember how you promised you would be here for me forever. Has forever ran out of its time limit.
I call out your name.
Create yourself Don't ask for any help or just follow, although I warn must you following won't make that special fellow notice ..
Laying in bed listening to the drops of rain fall onto the surface of earth, the sound soothes me .
I sit in class playing with my pencil. I feel such a strange feeling.