Untitled story rough pt 2My Alarm goes off. 6:00 AM school. I roll out of bed and ignore the blood on my pillow from my bloody nose. I go into the bathroom and wash my face off. Go downstairs eat my oatmeal and get ready for school. The school day begins with our senior breakfast. Yearbooks are handed out. I open it up and browse through the pages. Four hundred kids that I will never see again in my life. It almost makes me happy. Those four hundred faces are smiling right back at me, knowing they won’t see me. I turn the page.Untitled story rough pt 2
Four hundred people. Sports teams, clubs, everyone in here is trying to be someone. Some people fig
Untitled story Rough pt 1What does not kill you will make you stronger. I will never die from a broken heart.Untitled story Rough pt 1
You Can Never Die From A Broken Heart, but how I Wish I Could.
Darkness. Peace. Happiness. Solitude. Her. Interruption. “Please enjoy the music while your party is reached” My eyes shoot open. “Every rose has its thorn” I’m holding my small cellular phone in my hand. “Just like every Cowboy sings a sa-“I immediately snap it shut. The music tops. Curiosity. My eyes focus on the name I had just called. Relief. It’s my friend Justin from work. At least it wasn’t her. The cloc
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Steven K.
Ten. From birth your days are numbered. One day you will die. Accept it, get on with life. Don’t dwindle on things you can’t change. I learn these things the hard way. Nine. Nothing stops time from ticking. Every year we get older. We lose our memories. And one day you forget something altogether. Be it you lost a baseball game or a loved one. Eight. Life fucking sucks. Take a drink. Seven. Enjoy that sip. Think about what happened to you over the past year. Every little incident,
To: My Broken AngelI am a broken angel,To: My Broken Angel
Bleeding on the ground Beaten and forgotten Never to be found. My wings, battered and broken Sin runs though my veins A tear drop rolls down my face As I remember all the pains
I broke my lover’s spirit And it could not be replaced I was beaten in a graveyard And felt the pain that he had faced Alone with no mercy To stand by his side I stabbed in the back The one who I confide
I try to stand alone With no one nearby me And it is not until now That I can finally see I’m not the only one &n
LoyaltyI'm sitting here, alone Not surrounded Like your group of friends makes you. I'm lying here, cold Not warmed By the love that envelops you.Loyalty
Don't look at me And don't laugh And don't act like you can't see That this person I am now Is how you created me.
You never have to make the choice Of who to follow And who to leave behind. You don't know Why friends are so dear. But losing you made me stronger. But if you see me in the halls.
Don't look at me. And don't laugh And don't act like you can't see
New Journal for the new year!
Relief
you should have come to montreal with us! 8D
Hope all is well for you, keep in touch!
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