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The worst feeling in the worldIs when you know you just shattered someone’s heart because you’re too fucking scared to fall in love…
WhyI look into the mirror and sigh. I lean in and observe my features.
My face is lightly decorated with acne. Thankfully just a little.
My green hazel eyes. Blind as a bat without glasses and one drifts a bit.
My teeth, white, yet small. My smile forceful and no meaning.
I sigh and look away. I hate my face.
I hate how I look
I'm not ugly
I'm not beautiful
I'm not chubby nor too skinny
I have no severe mental issues besides phobias and anxiety.
I have a very good life.
But why do I hate myself?
Why do I beat myself down?
Why don't I feel worthy?
I feel useless
Why can't I feel happy???
I want to
I try to
But I can't
I should be happy
I SHOULD be happy
I shouldn't be depressed
a lot of people have it worse
why why why
Best night everI woke up to the loud sound of my brother. His heels banging against the wooden floor woke me up every weekend. Groaning,I slid out of bed and took out my retainer,placing it in the it's pink case. As I descended down the white carpeted staircase I was greeted by my dog. I smiled and scratched her head before feeding her. Sitting down,I watched whatever my sister was listening to on the computer. I soon got tired of it and ate a late breakfast. Afterwards I invited my sister to watch the new Paranormal Activity movie. Two hours flew by and my heart skipped a beat when it was time to go. My mom,Lindsay and I climbed into our friend,Johnathan's car and we were on our way to the concert.
40 minutes passed and we entered the bustling city of Baltimore. We found parking and walked about two blocks to the venue. Inside,we got our tickets and went to Subway for dinner. I got a tuna sub with onions and a side of BBQ chips.Yum.
We waved our parents good by as we re-entered the venue and sat dow
In the Rain -Jahvie-I frowned as I watched Jayy from out the window of our tour bus. 'Why the fuck is he standing out the pouring rain?' I thought to myself. Jayy had been acting...off for the past few days. He just wasn't his normal self. Worried,I went outside to investigate.
I approached him and lightly tapped his shoulder. Jayy spun around,but relaxed when he saw me.
"Oh,it's just you." His voice was distant.
"What the fuck has been wrong with you?" I demanded and stood on the tips of my toes to try to be eye level with me. "You're really worrying me!"
Jayy turned away slightly,not wanting to meet my gaze. "I...it's just..." He voice cracked as he attempted to speak. "I love you okay! I always have!" His voice then grew quiet. "But I know you'll never love me back..."
I frowned and hugged him tightly. Jayy was taken aback by the sudden embrace,but hugged back tightly. I looked up at him and felt a small smile marry my lips.
"Jayy,you mean the whole world to me! Just because I'm straight doesn't mean I
I smile as my heart beats faster due to excitement. My dad drives up your street and pulls into your driveway. I open the car door and shudder as a strong gust of wind greets me. I scamper up to your front door and ring the door bell. I hear your dog bark and rush up to the door. A small figure moves the canine and opens the door.
"Hello?" She asks in a innocent tone.
"Hi! I'm here to kidnap your sister," I reply with a smile.
"Cameron?" She asks.
I nod. In the background I see you race down the staircase. You sit on the bottom step to get your shoes on. I wait quietly and your dad tells you to call later.
As we get to the party,we get out of the car and walk up to the door. The host,Sabrina was waiting for us and we head into the basement.
After I play a few rounds of ping pong with the other guests,you say you want to play air hockey. I agree and thus we begin the ruthless game. The prize? A week of bragging rights.
"Oh it's on!" I growl playfully.
In the end,you won by t
Enter part oneI climed up the dull,musty smelling ladder. With one hand I pushed open the attic-like door with surprising ease. I crawled inside and looked around to survey my surroundings. The room was a deep grey in color. The wood floor matched the color of the walls and a small stream of light seemed to be produced from an unknown source.
"I see you found the letter" A male voice came from the shadows. I spun around to face whoever was there.
"Who are you?" I asked.
A male,around 18 appeared. He had neat deep red,almost black hair. His hair was combed to the left side of his face. His eyes were a brilliant gold which greatly contrasted with his hair. His attire was a green hoodie with black stripes,as well as faded blue jeans with a few rips and tears.
"I'm Eli," He nodded his head. "And I'm your older brother."
My eyes widened. Brother? No way this guy was my brother!
"Really,then what's my name?" I questioned.
"Your name is Claire Hellhound,you are 14,almost 15 years of age and you attend Scot
Old Spice-Different Nations and CitiesBonjour Ladies , Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped eating hamburgers and benched pressed moose like me , he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on an iceberg in the arctic. What have I got? It's a baby seal. Look again! The seal is now maple syrup. Anything is possible when your canadian , I'm on a bear.
'ello Ladies Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he started using magic, stop being a frog face and drank tea like me he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on candy mountain. What have I got? It's a baby fairy . Look again! The fairy is now pixie dust. Anything is possible when your british , I'm on a Unicorn.
Konichiwa radies rook at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped singing gangnam sty
Blood MoonWe stood in the middle of the road in flip flops and winter jackets. Our silhouettes were outlined by the motion sensor lights on the porch, our heads tilted back searching the sky.
"Have we ever even looked for the moon out here before?"
She shrugs and sighs. "No, but we also have never been out at half past twelve."
"Yes we have. We just never looked at the sky." Maybe because we didn't care if it was their, as long as we had the porch light, we didn't need the moon. But i didn't say that.
I saw lights down the road but they weren't moving closer.
"Should we go up to the turn-around?"
The car sounded exceptionally loud leaving the driveway at this time. We pulled up on the mat of pine needles on the side of the road and stepped out of the car. We went to both sides of the road and strained our necks but we saw nothing.
"Should we go to the bottom of the hill?" It's a mountain. I know why she calls it the hill though. It's such a gradual slope you'd never guess you were a thousa
Straws I used to play with straws when I was a kid.
Despite our family's obvious comfortable financial status, my siblings and I, some reason,lacked in toys. While others just replayed whatever toys they may have over and over again, I, for some really odd reason, became fixated with straws.
It's a hobby I shared with no one, since it was odd for children my age to become fixated with straws, when they have their Hot Wheels and Jenga and UNOs, or if they're really lucky, a computer to play with.
Straws, were in a way, my own toys to play with, something to indulge in my fleeting childhood interest in architecture and structures.
The real reason I chose straws, however, is its cheapness and accessibility. You can get straws almost anywhere. The moment I finished my Slurpee, I'd wash the straw and keep it in a box. If I finished drinking a box of milk, the straw will be washed and stored in the same b
My Trip to the MallIt had been a couple of weeks since I went into Victorias Secret to purchase a pair of berry colored string bikini panties. I thought they were adorable and I loved wearing them to sleep!
After a while I thought about going out in public and purposely having them show while I bent over in front of attractive women. It would be a nice thrill that would excite me and make women laugh. I knew it was inappropriate but I figured making women forget about their problems as they laughed at my embarrassing predicament wouldn't be too bad.
The day came when I decided to take the bus to the mall, I wore a short collared shirt with designs that I always thought was nice for going out, but this particular one was a smaller size. It would be easier for it to rise above the waist of my pants when I bent over to expose my bikini panties! I got off the bus and when I stopped at the streetlight in front of the mall I realized I had my first opportunity. I heard a group of girls laughing and talking beh
I AmI Am
Don’t tell me what to be;
You cannot decide for me.
Don’t act like you know what’s best;
It’s all a lie; you’re a lie.
Don’t tell me to be a lady
When I am not.
Call me whatever you want,
Because you have no idea what I really am.
Whatever the hell God made me.
He made me into his image, correct?
He made me into this very emotional,
Conflicted human being
Who shouldn’t have survived this long.
Trust me, I’m as puzzled as you.
I am a human.
That means I have emotions.
I may not show them,
But I have some.
I am a weirdo.
Words said by none other than myself.
I have my fears, some stupid, some reasonable.
At least I’m not boasting about having no fears like some of you.
I have lost the meaning of hope
It no longer exists where I am
But that is fine.
I lock up my feelings,
So you’ll never know what I really mean.
I am a fearful, weak, shallow corpse of a human being. I follow the book and I only
Never stay long in the sun Sweetnightstar *Vent*Sweetnightstar is a bit upset cause no one cared that she was in stasis under the sun for several hours. Lucky Silverfinder found her while he was out on his patrol and brought her back to base. Silverfinder quickly took her to Med bay where Ratchet works at because her body was steaming hot. Ratchet quickly helped her to get back to normal, but in a slow and watchful pace, just to make sure she is ok and healthy again.
Tupperware Party You’ve been invited to a Tupperware party
A Tupperware party?
My mom use to get invited to Tupperware parties.
I would always sit there bored, thinking about how stupid they were.
I didn’t understand why dishes could be so fascinating.
I didn’t understand why ladies would throw Tupperware parties;
Why to be a lady one had to sit and look at dishes.
I’m twenty-two now,
And I was just invited to a Tupperware party.
A Tupperware party?
Am I really old enough to be invited to a Tupperware party?
Am I really at that point where I can no longer sit on the side line;
Sit on the side line thinking about how stupid talking about dishes is?
I don’t know what’s worse.
That I was just invited to a Tupperware party,
Or that I actually kind of want to go.
Prowl and Jazz's little once grown up brat. *Vent*For the past several days Ninjadash just starting to experience what humans called it a "Teenage Temper Tantrum problem". His sire Prowl and his carrier Jazz doesn't know that Ninjadash is having this problem. Ninjadash only aruges, fights and ignore his sire. When he is in the training room alone or in his room alone, he will be throwing things, punching and kicking everything in his path. Plus he will eb saying words like "Frag it!" or "Slag it!", but he sometimes be calling other bots "FRAG YOU!" or "SLAG YOU!"
How To Stop Obsessive Thinking Without...It’s 11:43 on a Tuesday night and my Google search history lists articles like, “15 Ways To Stop Obsessing,” “It Must Be Cancer: How I Came To Terms With Hypochondria,” and the particularly helpful, “Internet Makes Hypochondria Worse.” In other words, it’s just another Tuesday night.
My heart is beating ferociously in my chest and I’m trying to convince myself that I’m not dying.
Four months ago, just after New Year’s, I noticed something rather alarming – I had forgotten how to breathe. For those of you who go day in, day out, never spending a passing thought on this autonomic function, it seems a ridiculous notion. How do you forget how to breathe? Are you some fucking moron? Just take a chill pill, shut your eyes and inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, look you’re good as new.
I thought it was ridiculous, too. A million other responses, logical responses, circulated in my mind. Bronchitis. Asthma.
RunningFeet pounded the pavement. The noise of people gulping in air for their aching lungs filled the air. Sweat trickled down my face as I stared ahead. Other people,male,and female were also running. Most of the girls were shirtless,sports bra's showing and were many different neon or tie-dye colors. Most of the boys were shirtless and their chests and back glistened with beads of sweat.
The sun beated down on our tired figures. I tried to keep my mind off the pain that was creeping up my legs. Suddenly,a loud shout interupted my thoughts.
"Last one! Push it!" Yelled one of my coaches.
I pulled together all my remaining strength amd bolted down the track,racing past many people and I zoomed across the 200 meter mark. Damn. Twelve 200 meters can really take alot out of you,especially after Tempo.
I jog over to my water bottle and take a few gulps. The icy chill ran down my throat and I sighed in content.
I then picked up my belongings,stretched,then went home. I sat down on my b
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