Hello! My name is Robin and I'm from northern Canada. My nickname is Bino (pronounced bean-oh) and that is what I personally like being called. Right now, I am fighting a small case of depression. I am moving for the first time, having some family problems etc. and it's just really hard on me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy what I write!
Jaryn ran through the forest clutching the small infant against her chest. She could hear the sirens fading off into the distance. Eventually she stopped and sat down on the forest ground.
Sadness over throws me, forcing me to the ground. I hate myself, every inch, every pound. Nothing can make me happy, nothing an make me smile. Its another reality I've been in for a while.
I am feeling down I only ever frown Knowing you passed away Is hard to deal with you not being here today I hope you are still looking down on me I miss you and never forget I love you Jessie ...
My head is pounding. My muscles are burning. My hands are clenched. My stomach is churning. My throat is raspy. My knees are weak. My world is spinning. I can barely speak. You come to me.
Yesterday I went to Blake's house. He greeted me nicely but you could tell nothing was the same.
My head is spinning, I don't know what to do, I have many feelings, They might just be for you. I hope it's not a phase, I hope this is true, My feelings are strong, I really love you..
Well... My phone broke but now it's fixed. I am back. Woo!.
My PaPa died two days ago. I'm almost to sad to write. My world is filled with darkness, sadness and fright. Where do you end up when your heart began to slow. Where do you travel. Where do you go.
I run because I can, it brings me joy and faith. To know that I am running, the happiness can never be replaced. I don't run to win, only to fly. To reach my goals, high in the sky.
I hope you remember the long phone calls, The cute texts, Or the quick smiles. Your hand in mine, Our gazes locked, Unable to break apart.
-part 1- THE CREATOR The old mans eyes where worn, his gray hair was a frizzy mess atop his head.
It's all I feel Day and night I am overcome with sadness and fright I want to come home and have you hold me tight But I know your arms are not right.
I loved you, I really did. And when we broke up I cried for hours. I thought that you cared, that you would show a little emotion. But a pat on the back was all I got. I am still crying today.
A words that's overused A word that's abused, It had it's days of glory, Sorry end of story. (like if u think it's true).
Our hands where locked together and our love felt so strong, I thought we would last forever, I guess I was wrong.
The old mans eyes where worn, his gray hair was a frizzy mess atop his head. As he walked through the streets of Cricket Creek many people laughed because of the way he looked, walked and smelt.
Storm looked at his mother aghast. He shook his silver fur ferociously then he growled and yipped "why me Mama?" Dusk sighed and gave an angry glare at her mate Snow. "Because your the one Storm.
A howl escaped her lips forming a beautiful song of a perfect melody. Her silver grey fur was shining in the moonlight, her gold eyes dancing with knowledge.
I wanted the night sky glimmering on the lake, I wanted your eyes to look into mine the way mine looked into yours. I needed a man who could wipe my tears away and say just the right things.