EnglandXReader- Going that direction.EnglandXReader- Going that direction.3 years ago in Short Stories
Going that Direction.
(Warning, One Directioness here. XD Jealous England and bits and bobs, tally ho!)
(And, if you do not like them, try and imagine them being some other British idol! i know there are Maaaaaany out there XD sorry in advance, but please continue!)(>_
To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,Dear Girls,To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,2 years ago in Letters
Please stop playing the victim.
Boys are not always the cause of your problems, chances are, you are. You just refuse to acknowledge it.
The more you blame them, the more bitter and spiteful you will become. Stop destroying yourself from the inside because you cannot take responsibility for the mess you've created.
Stop playing the victim. Get up and do something about it. Crying won't help, nor will hating the opposite sex.
If you're tired of being called a slut because you love breaking hearts, than stop sleeping around. If you're tired of being called a bitch, than stop treating boys like shit. If you're tired of being treated as an object, gain some self-esteem. If you're tired of starving yourself because of a break up, that's your problem. We told you to eat, but you won't listen. You only blame it one him, but who destroyed the relationship in the first place?
Whither away like the twig you are if it makes you feel better.
Problems are problems, they all have solutio
One Girl's EncounterWhen I came to, I wasn't sure where I was. All I could initially tell about its appearance was that it was bright, clean and white. I knew what happened to me earlier, so I could only guess that this was the afterlife or at least the first stage to whatever lay beyond. People were lined up and resting on benches, awaiting their final judgment. With nothing better to do, I sat down next to a guy who was holding his own head in his hands.One Girl's Encounter6 years ago in Short Stories
"Hi there," said the man. "Just got here?"
"Yeah," I replied. "You?"
"A few hours ago," he said. "I guess you can figure out how I died."
"It was a little obvious," I remarked. "How come your head didn't get reattached when you died?"
"I think it's mental," said the man. "A lot of people here look like they think they did as a result of their deaths. I think they either patch you up when you get in or there's some mental block you have to undo. For example, look at her."
He pointed over to a girl who looked like she was two-dimensional.