mertonia
"We're all pretty bizarre, some of us are just better at hiding it."
"Aptitude is not destiny."
Unrequited and unfulfilled, I'm not as smart as that girl, I'm not as pretty as the other girl, and the one you were talking about the other day is far nicer than me. We walked home from school together today and the conversation wasn't a…
Locked myself into a stall, sitting on the bathroom floor This situation isn't new to me, and my mental state is poor
My deepest conversations always seem to occur in Sainsbury's The supermarket is where I spill my dreams and exorcise my fears. Listing negatives that fill my life as we walk down the cereal aisles It makes me wonder. How much have these…
I'm just so cold
It's raining again. On my lawn and in my head, Oversized globules filled with misery and boredom Falling heavily upon a parasol, twirling lightly in the wind Behind my eyes a reflection at the window Outside world comes in Darken…
Now she lays among the sand, her hair matted, her eyes stark, her last breath fades into the night, and her presence grows so dark
How much your physical state depends on your emotions. If I am content, the biting chill of winter makes me shiver and quake, teeth chatter comically, the cold violates my skin and I long for warmth. On my dark days? Jack Frost himself co…
Fresh words faded old, The curve of a broken spine, Fluttering pages
Stars shining bright above you, Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you', Birds singin' in the sycamore trees, Dream a little dream of me...
No sleep in over 24 hours, I think I might be going mad. Not going to school today, or getting out of bed. I feel like wallowing in self pity. Pity for myself, for my future, and for the people that have to tolerate me.
I don't know what to post anymore, my inspiration seems to have dried up like water in the desert. I feel like Rango...
Rating suddenly gone from 180 to 440? D: Sadness.
My cat, Varjack Paw, is simply the best, My best feline friend, yes he beats all the rest, with his wide feral eyes and sharp razor claws, he's the prince of his kingdom, he hides behind doors, Awaits to attack some feet or a leg, to dra…
Gotta get back to Hogwarts, Gotta get back to schooool, Gotta get myself to Hogwarts, Where everybody knows I'm coooool Back to spells and enchantments and magical beasts Back to Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin! Back to t…
A sense of dread trickles down my throat like putrid honey, it warms my chest unpleasantly and shocks my heart into an unsteady rhythm. My face flushes a magnificent red and a clamminess bathes my entire body. Muscles start quivering an…
Rain falls on the old tin roof. She can't help but marvel at the muffled echoes of water striking metal. A petulant wind howls through the delicate house, raising small hairs on the back of her neck. "Don't go outside."
If a person kills another are they evil or insane? If they think what's in their head is right, should they really take the blame? Whats the tipping point between good and bad, are the lines all blurred and faded? Does the moral view th…
"I think you'd have to be mental to wear a cloak" "But imagine the joy of running for a bus... wearing a cloak, so it's literally at a 90 degree angle"
In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days...
Bitter, cold and futile Is the way in which my thoughts are spun I try to fit the social mould alas I fear my day is done
"If there be any eyrie so desolate, or isle so remote that one may there resort unchallenged by an Englishman, 'tis not down on any map I ever saw"
They don't seem to understand how scared I am. The mere thought of being in that stuffy, claustrophobic classroom is enough to send my heart racing. 'Just tell the teacher' and face public humiliation? This is useless, no one understan…
What if you are just a fantasy? If the hidden smiles and warm brown eyes are just imagined through some desperation If those words on the tip of your tongue that I hunger for are never there The intimacy we share in my head is more than…
It radiates from their eyes, Winds itself through the notes in their voice, Hides in the shadows of their face. I'm tired of seeing it, hearing it, feeling it.
"It was like we were doing one of those elaborate Modegan court dances, where the partners stand scant inches apart, but - If they are skilled - never touch. Such was our conversation. But not only were we lacking touch to guide us, it wa…
I suffer from depression and anxiety. I haven't been officially diagnosed yet but the signs are crystal clear. Because of my anxiety I tend to avoid school, none of the teachers understand and I'm isolating myself from all the people I …
I think Im going to like this app.