| My favourite song of those that I have written. The girl who inspired this doesn't know me, and I don't know her. The only clue to who it is is the red hair. |
A Step to FollowThat feeling when all feeling disappears. All there is, Is the thud in your chest.A Step to Follow
She was thinking of you whilst you were thinking of her. Her words maim you, But they hurt less than the silence.
You long to be unlocked, To be free, For all to be known, And to hold her.
But the play is hers, And all you can do is wait.
Internal MonologuesConfusedInternal Monologues
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Opened
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Help?
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You matter too much.
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Don't leave.
A Night in Violence - AfterPut lightly, the shit has well and truly hit the fan. The big downer about this is there was only a tiny pile of shit to start with; yes it’s been gradually getting bigger, but nothing like this. A monumental piece of shit has fallen and must have hit a damn wind-turbine on speed or something to create as much mess as this.A Night in Violence - After
Now given the fact that I am only 21 this probably will seem like I am overreacting to some minor event. But unfortunately no, not as simple as that. I spent last night ‘at her majesty’s pleasure’. However, the reasons for this are not quite as clear as the ringing pain in my he
I Don't Wanna Talk About It(I don't wanna talk about it any more...)I Don't Wanna Talk About It
You go out and you drink and you sleep all day. Repeat.
You go out and you drink just to look for a lover. Another. Someone who understands. The one who can read and heal the sadness behind your eyes.
You go out and you drink but you don't try hard enough. You don't try. You can't blame anybody or everybody for your it. You don't try.
You go out and you drink with a mind to change. You don't try.
| My favourite song of those that I have written. The girl who inspired this doesn't know me, and I don't know her. The only clue to who it is is the red hair. |
R.I.P.I know this is foolish. I understand that I'm only a kid, and married couples laugh at what I have to say about love. I get how cheesy and unimpressive my love story is going to sound to all the profound romance writers. I grasp it. I comprehend it.R.I.P.
That doesn't mean I shouldn't tell the story. You don't have to read it.
I, however, have to write it.
Let me start at the beginning.
The rules were to say your name the first time around the circle: "Kelly." "Isk." "Astrid." "Jessie." "Mary." "Drew." "Josh." Etc.
The second
Dammit.
Optimism
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"Without sin, the universe is a Solemn Game: and there is no good game without rules."
makes me happy!
aha!
yay!
XDDDDD
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"Without sin, the universe is a Solemn Game: and there is no good game without rules."
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