I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t be here any longer. With all my remaining strength, I open my eyes and scan the living room. Everywhere I look I see people. Different they all may be but I know they are similar in all the places that matter. All with a red cup in… Continue reading What we were: Chapter I
The last post left you on a cliff hanger right? right? 😉 Well I actually did take action. When I was still confused over my feelings but kinda sure that I liked him I decided to “show” him that I was noticing him. One Valentines Day, I know its cliche, I waited anxiously in the cafeteria.… Continue reading What I’ve done.
I am a very dramatic person. A very dramatic person. If someone says “Oh sup.” I will go into an endless spiral of ridiculous thoughts why did they say sup? Are they sad? Did I do something wrong? Although my decent amount of reason makes me dismiss these ideas, being dramatic is just part of my character. Most… Continue reading Can words even define it?
Movement with such grace, Swift and collective, Gentle and warm. As if blessing my lips with passion. Who knew an innocent kiss could be so endowing? The air whistled in celebration. Nature watched while time was still. Dangerous it was to kiss without encouragement But there was no fear of my reaction. A painting of… Continue reading Repercussions
Why? I really don’t understand. How can we all be adolescents with the same or similar problems and still take pleasure in others embarrassment? I D O N’ T G E T I T! I would hate to point fingers but…the kids at my school are hella PETTY about things. You would think that after… Continue reading Surrounded my the stench of immaturity
I don’t really write too much about my female friends but that because we usually get along enough for there to be nothing too dramatic or intriguing. I mean of course we have our drama but it’s usual over dumb stuff that we get over in a day or two at most. But there are… Continue reading A small piece of my mind
My last post was more of a rant than my usual story which takes the fun out of reading it. I reread it and was like wow I’m boring. Who cares about my anger toward high-school problems? Write something entertaining! FINE! To my imaginary audience I will write something entertaining or at least attempt to. If read my… Continue reading It wasn’t fun while it lasted