I am hopeful not really because I believe; it’s a reflex. It’s instilled in me. It’s a bad seed. There is no logic in hope, but it is comforting. Hope is an emotion of survival. Like a cockroach that lives off of anything, but I pretend to be a deer. To have my antlers cut off and sold, but I focus on the fact that it will grow back. The grief looks at my hope and it cries. Hope taunts the grief and mocks the rage. I am hopeful as in the perpetrator, I am vengeful like the victim. I could not... » Continue Reading
I am ashamed by how I handled this. The best thing about me are my emotions, until they get the best of me. What’s worse is how we romanticize anger to love, saying all of this was once love, but no, it’s not. It was just red. It was just blood spilled on the floor. Nothing more, nothing else. My head is clear, like an empty sky, and from a distance you can hear an echoing cry, screaming for a name I have long forgotten. Like the amateur I am, I hold my belongings like a lost child that wails ... » Continue Reading
I called and we talked for two minutes and she said everyone was in meetng so they have to call me back. FUCK ME AUGHHHHHHH not only do I hate phone calls in an official capacity (calling friends is fine) but I hate being told I'll be called back more. WHEN? WHEN WILL I BE CALLED? AUGHHHHHH also Alice kicked my hand (on accident, she meant to kick my butt) and now my fingers hurt like hell, freaking ouch » Continue Reading
Forgive me, I was supposed to be a boy. Instead, I became both a girl and a man. A girl that my mother abandoned sniffling in a tiny corner, and the man my father couldn’t be. I was supposed to be a perfect child; had a name, a plan and all. Instead, I live both lives of caring towards the little girl in me, and wanting to become a man I’d marry. Forgive me, I was supposed to be a boy. » Continue Reading
I can’t choose which child so console. The 4-year-old who dreamt of a softer bed, the 10-year-old who wanted to go to the same high school as her friends. The 14-year-old who wished she didn’t know of time, that in every beginning she felt the end, in every smile there were tears behind the eyes. The 17-year-old who wished tomorrow wouldn’t come, who feared of being forgotten and seen. I can’t choose which life I should give chance to, when they all deserve to live. » Continue Reading
class was a bit sucky, i came at 6 like alwayz..... it was suppozed 2 b early out 2day (3) but it was 5 by the time i came home. Also myb i went thrifting... and bought a drink, but ok it was thirtie minutes man! +bngles » Continue Reading
I stare at the old transparent glass. Its weary now. Rough areas that had become stained by yellow oil, not even soap can clean and make anew. I wait for it to be broken by someone else, so the blame is pointed not to me.I want a new glass. Shiny and new. I stare at the old transparent glass. It cries at me. It demands better, and gentler hands. I laugh at it; harshly scrubbing its surface, trying to remove the impurities, because all the other glass, I’ve broken; it’s the only thing I have. I... » Continue Reading
i lowkEy hate when pterodactyls are included in a dinosaur event,i mean yes they were around that time but they're not dinosaurs,they're pterasours(if i remember correctly)i also don't like pterasours cuz they didn't evolve into anything,so freaking lame imo.i could be wrong but thats what i've learned.also where did gore accounts come from cuz i swear i haven't heard of them till yesterday,im sure they exist but why did they all just appear yesterday? » Continue Reading
Nicknames are so fun.I like to call my close friends My Lady, Kitten Whiskers, Fossils, and similar things. It’s also fun to see what nicknames others give you like Diddy Calculator Boy(never forgetting that one) » Continue Reading
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