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I've always wanted to write a book. But I always run into a problem; I write 5 pages, and then the story is finished. And 5 pages does not make a book..
I've gone through many difficult things lately. I've been depressed, I've struggled with anxiety. I had no hope and no wishes for the future. I just wanted to disappear.
When the rain falls, when the wind blows, when the dark is darker than dark, when I'm scared, I've lost all hope, that is when only you can lift me. Only you can show me the light.
Stormy, stormy night. Rain at my window. Crying into my pillow. Why, oh why, don't you love me?.
should sleep now. but so much has happened. head full of thoughts. a bit afraid, very stressed. can't sleep..
I wish I took every opportunity to tell everyone I love how much I love them. I may not get more opportunities..
To write is to let people in to your innermost thoughts..
That you don't understand or agree with something, does not make it wrong..
If the whole week was a looooong weekend, how would we get anything done. Well, rich people knows. Servants..
Hold my hand when I'm crying. It makes it easier..
I love rain in the spring. It smells so sweet <3.
Why most secret organizations is closed to women. Firstly, many secret organizations is called "brotherhoods". And well, if women was allowed, then they would not stay secret for long.....
Sometimes all you need is a walk on the beach..
I will always be there for you. Even if you dont know it. Even if you take me for granted. Even if you dont see me or understand me. Even if you dont care. I am in love with you ....
When I close my eyes for the night, I see him, I think of him. When I sleep ,I dream of him. When I'm awake, he is always in my mind. Do you think he knows?.
You know how life has its ups and downs. Well, I know. I've got a secret to tell you. I trust you. Sure you're ready for it. This is my secret. Well, actually, it's not a secret. It is a story.
At first we were all by ourselves. Then it hit. Evil hit. It hit us all. Then we arose. We held each others hands. We cried, we mourned. We were shocked, we were angry. We remembered the dead.