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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
TG Bride Possession 2 (CapTrade)
After trying and trying to get his buddy Dave out of marrying her, Seb was unsuccessful. For months now, Dave had been dating a woman named Anna who he was unaware was only a goldigger after finding out she was gonna divorce him and end up taking most of his families fortune in the end. Seb could not let that happen. But it was no easy task however, Dave was indeed blind to the idea she would do this to him. Pursion after pursion was enough as this hard act was the moment when Dave broke all ties with Seb as his best friend and bared him from the wedding. There was nothing more he could do, Dave was gonna marry Anna and it was gonna end badly for him.
The day of the wedding finally came and everyone was gathering into the church. Seb arrived as well only he had other plans in mind. Instead of going through the front door with everyone, he decided possibly to sneak in the back. Going around the back of the church, he was a lil confused at how there was no door, but a small window
To my dearest Minions. To my dearest Minions,
My name is Laertes, king of the Universe.
Or, soon to be. It is a slow and painful process, but I know that it shall be worth all the while.
Would you like to know more about my personality? Sure you do.
People tell me that I am very vain and narcissistic. I am not. I simply want to share my glorious-ness with the entire world, and force my minions to worship me. To be a faithful Minion, you must depict me in art forms of all types.
People ask me whether or not I have a favorite Minion. I do. My favorite Minion is the one who loves me the most. You know who you are.
My fan group, I love you , but not as much as you love me. I am far above that. I shall love you more in due time.
Thank you for listening to me today, and remember to be a faithful minion.
Your King and Overlord of All ,
PS. Remember my creator, :iconVanillasaurusRex: , and Remember my friend :iconTardar-Sauce: , who is typing for me because I do not have fingers.
The Writer's BlockIt kills me. It’s always there. When I eat. When I sleep. But, most of all, when I sit there in my stupid black chair. I stare at my screen. The typing program opened. But, there are no words. It’s just the white screen. That ominous, blank screen that just screams at me. But, is it the screen really screaming? Or is the thing that kills me the most?
It screams wretched things. Horrid things. “You have no inspiration! I stole that from you! You don’t deserve to have such a wonderful state of mind!” It makes me cry and beg for it to stop. To plead for it to just give me back what is rightfully mine. To let me take back my creativity and inspiration.
I turn to things that just dull my mind even more. Television. YouTube. Anything to just wipe out the thing’s screams. Just to make me forget that it even exists, let alone torments me. Grinds my nerves and conscious to the bone.
But, I don’t let it hurt. The screams. The wretched things it sa
MirrorsThe corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I r
I had this saved.Verse: Original fiction.
Full Name: Isaac Simmons
Pronunciation: Eye-Sack Simm-ons
Nickname/Alias: I, Isaac.
Origin: It fit the character very well.
Pet Name: Izzy (long story XD)
Signature: (What is their handwriting like?) God awful XD
Gender Role: Acts more feminine.
Real Age: 16-18
Age Appearance: 14
Birthday: 2nd June
Birthplace: Wordsley Hospital
Immediate Family: Father (Derrick) Sister (Isabella)
Distant Family:Mother (unnamed)
Parenting: Very strict, Derrick didn’t want to make the same mistakes his parents did.
Upbringing: No real morals taught, he came up with his own at a young age.
Infancy: Dropped like a hot stone by Mother. Father kept him and his twin sister very much a secret.
Childhood: His childhood consisted largely of worry, constantly being afraid of being taken by the police whenever Derrick went out.
Adolescence: At age 14
Blue dragonIt's been 2 days since I had dreams about being a blue dragon.
The first dream was just me playing GO with my friend as a orange dragon and there's nothing else I can remember. One question, Why GO?! = ="
Another dream was weirder than the first. There was a news about the missing people in a town.
I and my mom went to a zoo in that town. During the time that my mom wanted to watch an elephant show, I went outside of the zoo to do something to wait for her because I was bored.
When I was walking along a bridge, there were a women and a girl walking pass me and I heard them talking.
"It's too hot here!", the child said.
"I told you it's not worth to come here.", her mom replied.
I didn't pay attention to them much but it seemed that they knew I was listening to them.
I started walk fast to be apart from them as fast as possible.
At that time the traffic was heavy and most cars stopped at a nearby junction.
I crossed the road and passed some stopped cars, then I started running si
Twiddling My ThumbsSometimes just sitting and people watching can be a source of some of the greatest entertainment. I always find my eyes and ears wandering when I'm in public, waiting for some interesting tidbit to float over to me. Most of the time it is just nothing nonsense. But...occasionally someone lets something big slip in the public eye. This is particularly true of restaurants and grocery stores.
I was meandering around at my favorite fast food place, Braum's (There are two Braum's in my town, this particular event occurred at my favorite of the two, the one my friend, Brandon, manages. I really can't stand the other one.), when I happened upon a conversation of two young lovers. They were chatting about where to go next. See, apparently they fled home because neither of their parents wanted them to be dating each other and probably for good reason. Regardless, they had come quite a ways. somewhere in the range of 300 miles in an old beater, working odd jobs along the way to supply the car wi
Hundred Memories #3: FootstepsJuly 15, 2014; 11:30 PM
I couldn’t help but laugh as I read the lines of text appearing on the screen, clutching at my sides out of habit. It wasn’t that the message itself was amusing in any way, but that the scenario in itself was. Quickly typing out a response and wrapping my sweatshirt tighter around myself, I couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps smile isn’t quite the correct description – it was more an upward quirk of the lips. The laughter, the smile. It wasn’t that it was funny. Just that I didn’t know how else to react.
In moments like that, I always tended to reflect on what, exactly, ‘normal’ is. Surely it isn’t anything within the confines of that concept, two fourteen-year-olds discussing death? Rationally discussing the idea of death, of dying, of – of being alright with our own deaths? Again a chuckle slipped past my lips, met with only the darkened silence of my bedro
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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