HunterSo much relief flooded me when I was in his arms. My boyfriend was back from Afghanistan. He was there for six months. I really missed him those six months. I was scared each day I wouldn’t see him again. But now, on this bright and sunny day, he had surprised me. My friends took me to the beach. While I was looking at the blue big waves, he had hugged me from behind. It scared me at first, not knowing who it was, but when I knew it was him I never felt so happy. We kissed each other. The crowd gave weird stares. Probably because we were both boys. But I didn’t care what people thought. I was so happy he was here. “Charlie, I missed you so much,” he said. All I could do was cry more tears of joy and say, “I’m so happy you’re here, Hunter.” He smiled and said, “I really love you, Charlie. I love your smile, your laugh, your personality, your eyes, everything about you. I already spent two years with my life with you and I want to speHunter9 hours ago in Emotional
My Best Friend The Story of my Best Friend:My Best Friend7 hours ago in Emotional
There was once a shy girl who went up to the swings at school, wanting a partner to play with. The other girl was tiny and not used to other kids, but thought it would be nice to have someone else to talk to. Soon enough, snack time, play time, and lunch were filled with laughter and secrets, jokes and stories. Scooby-Doo reenactments and other mentions of cartoons.
The girls grew older, taller (though one stopped growing a little early), and perhaps wiser. Secrets and laughter still filled their time together. Both grew into young women, still together in friendship. Always trying to help one another through the bad and the good. Through arguments and hateful words, to days of story-telling and encouragements.
The main character of this story is Crystal Rose Wood. She was once a shy little girl with pigtails and unsettled nerves. With bad allergies and fears. Now, she’
Dear Uncle MikeI hate that you are associated with death in my mind.Dear Uncle Mike8 hours ago in Emotional
It feels so unreal still, to know that you are gone. Tomorrow it will be four months that you were taken from us, from the family, but it still hurts as if I just received the news. June 7, 2015. How my mind has combed through that day, with so many tears still burning my eyes and words that I'll never be able to say stuck in my throat. How could this have happened? You, out of all people in this world, never deserved this. You were a great father. An excellent husband. And an uncle I never deserved. You were always there for me, waiting for me to open up to you, because you loved me and you cared about me, even when no one wanted to believe how much I had hated myself in the past. You never pushed, but you let me know that you were a message away on Facebook, and that's all I needed.
Now, that message box is still empty. I can not bring myself to even think about messaging you now that you're gone. What's the point in doing it? You
some people call them muses The spirit of genius has not spoken with me in sometimesome people call them muses 15 hours ago in Emotional
I wish they would come back
Miss the versions they showed me
the songs they sang
Have I some how let my spirits down?
is this why they visit me less?
losing my childlike wonder...
or will they only speak to me when the madness is at it's peak?
Please Believe Me….. This world is corrupt….. Why am I here…. Does anyone care about me…? Please…. believe me….Please Believe Me5 hours ago in Emotional
I’m new…. I just transferred to this school from my hometown… or what’s left of it… a big storm destroyed it and now I’m here…. Do you like me…? Will you like me…? I hope you do…. Wait… what are you doing…? D-Don’t!! I… MOM!!! ….dad….. ……. I wanna go home….. Where’s my mama…. Why won’t people believe me….. Why won’t mom believe me….? ….. I’m telling the truth…. I’m not like my dad….. Please believe me….
I am no longer innocent…. I have been tainted…. I am being dragged into places I don’t know…. Every place I go to…. People hate me….. I have resorted to the electronic world…. Do you like me…? … Y-You do?! REALLY?! Oh, tha
i apologize to OneEyedTurtle:icononeeyedturtle: i apologize, Claire, for the terrible things i said to you yesterday. will you please forgive me? i did not mean any of them. you did not deserve any of them.i apologize to OneEyedTurtle13 hours ago in Emotional
Chronically Sick, Fatally IllI woke up today with tears in my eyes and a bottle of scotch. I silently let tears fall for reasons unknown.Chronically Sick, Fatally Ill15 hours ago in Emotional
The only thoughts going through my mind are how difficult it is to take my next breath, and how empty and unsatisfied I feel no matter what possessions or joyful times I've had.
My days are lethally numbered. And I will be just as surprised as everyone else when that fatal moment comes.
Spreading the Word of GOD 119Spreading the Word of GOD 11916 hours ago in Emotional
18 Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body.
19 What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?
20 For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's.
Silent. "You're wasting your talent."Silent.12 hours ago in Emotional
"You're wasting your time."
"You're holding yourself back."
"You're setting yourself up to fail."
"It's worth a shot."
"Don't even bother."
"It could be good for you."
"It could be your downfall."
Do I ever get a say?
No, I guess I don't.
I never have and
When I do,
It falls on deaf ears.
I'm not seeking help.
I'm seeking release.
From this prison
I'm forced to live in.
From the people
Who wear the faces of friends.
From this reality
That is a nightmare.
El examenEl examen5 hours ago in Emotional
Escucho el batir de las hojas de papel y el rozar de los lápices con las boletas de respuestas. Veo a todos los alumnos con la mirada directa en las pruebas mientras de fondo se escuchan los vitoreo a los deportistas entrenando detrás de la escuela, luciéndose para su público.
El tedio de la espera es mucho, solo pensando en que el tiempo avanza lentamente, si mi guía habrá sido adecuada para el obstáculo que ahora enfrentan. ¿Abre tomado las mejores decisiones? ¿Debí mostrar las cosas de otra manera? ¿Habrá si quiera escuchado mis palabras? No lo sabía y no tenía forma de saberlo, solo confiando en que había hecho las cosas de la mejor forma posible.
El examen terminaba y uno a uno empieza a entregar las hojas llenas de borrones y garabatos. Muchos exámenes existirán en su futuro, todos cargados de ansiedad, pero pocos verdaderamente importantes, justo como esta prueba.
Beneath The MaskAs I sit alone in the room, it is quiet. The lights are on, when they should be off. Nothing has changed. Nothing has ever changed. Nothing is going to change. I'm stuck in the same position, my body doesn't go anywhere, unlike my mind. This isn't reality, being stuck in these fantasies.Beneath The Mask5 hours ago in Emotional
There's no escape from it. My mind reminds me of them before going to my regrets
or disappointments. I stare up at the cieling, dreaming impossible dreams. Wondering why things are the way they are. Many things I've had, I'm apparently not allowed to keep. Many important things have come and gone, but those that do return... have decreased in value. I can't do anything about that.
I try to move on as fate cruelly plays around with me. Covered in darkness, I was once. A lot has left, but some still remains. This small amount of darkness will stay, as long as my soul feels empty. The emptiness of my soul is something I cannot explain. Something is missing and I don't know what it is.
Like the fall of sno
once again I am thrown to the side like garbagei thought they were my friendsonce again I am thrown to the side like garbage7 hours ago in Emotional
now i know for sure
they don't care
they never cared
just another a-hole!A short summery of my life would be “waste of potential”. I am self-destructive, self-loathing and a masochist. Creating theories of life’s meaninglessness to support my laziness. In a perpetual purgatory waiting for some grand destiny to be bestowed upon me that I know will never come. A malicious spiral of depression and anxiety fighting one another; dragging me down. I ever hate what I’m writing right now because it feels egotistical.just another a-hole!10 hours ago in Emotional
Letting GoThe great thing about letting go is being able to move forward and live your own life and not somebody's else's.Letting Go11 hours ago in Emotional
My Tribute to Freddie MercuryOh Freddie, you were such a humble childMy Tribute to Freddie Mercury16 hours ago in Emotional
So shy and quiet
But deep within you there was an enormous energy
That radiated out from you when you sang
You were really just a misunderstood Bohemian
Who wanted the world to hear your Rhapsody
Just the sound of your wonderful voice
Could cause a Sheer Heart Attack within me
You grew up and became a rock star
You were the king of Queen
Deep within your heart you wanted Somebody to Love
But most of them just wanted to Play the Game
You were the Prince of the Universe
Spreading A King of Magic throughout with your songs
Like an Invisible Man shrouded in mystery
Standing before us dressed in magnificent regality
You raise your crown above you and shout, "Now I'm Here!"
Dancing, prancing, near bursting with flamboyance
You loved to party all night long with Fat Bottomed Girls
But also enjoyed Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon
From a mere mortal's point of view, no-one could really see
How it was such A Hard Life for you
You declared to the world that y
A Letter to One Who is GoneI know you don't understand, because you're not the sweet girl I used to know, but I still hurt just as badly as if it were only yesterday that you left. I can't help crying most every night because I miss you so much. I just can't understand how this happened, or why, or how you became so cold. I don't get how you went from wanting me to be happy and loving me and wanting things to improve for me to someone who could destroy me so thoroughly, and who can be so happy while I'm so miserable, and not even care in the slightest about me and my feelings. You became so selfish and mean, and the girl I fell in love with is gone, replaced by a treacherous temptress.A Letter to One Who is Gone1 day ago in Emotional
They say it's possible to move on. They say it gets easier with time. It doesn't. It's just as hard as it was when you left. All I want is to stop being so in love with you. All I want is to be happy again. I don’t know if that's possible anymore... Just please, stop keeping me awake at night. Please
:The.Death.Of.Me:The death of me.:The.Death.Of.Me:7 hours ago in Emotional
Sometimes my head is funny. I read your name today. I don’t know why it does it. I’ve read it a thousand times, I’m sure. Sometimes my head mixes things up. I read your name today. It’s like my mind has a mind of its own. I’m not sure what it means, but I read your name today. But it wasn’t your name.
Stop talking and turn around. What’s happening to us? Stay away from him. Why would you tell me this? It’s like you don’t understand what you’re doing. I don’t know why you would do it. Turn around. I can’t turn away from you. If I look away I don’t know what you’ll do. I can’t trust you. What is love without trust? Lies. Go ahead and talk to him.
I love you. I love you. I love you. If I stop saying it I’ll stop believing it. But I do, I know I do. I don’t know how you feel, though. But when I turn around, you tell me. When I’m not looking you tell me the truth. I w
AnxietyI've been really struggling with my anxiety tonight. Its currently 2:30 a.m. in my region and I still haven't went to sleep. And I've tried. Then suddenly my heart rate picked up, I got dizzy, and my mouth went dryer than cotton. I recognized the signs that it was going to be a bad one early. I took my as needed medication. I'm waiting for the effects to kick in as I type. Which can take up to 30 minutes and the peak benefit is 1 hour. I wonder if it's due to the stomach treatments. The fear surrounding the upcoming 2 week checkup with the surgeon. Or other doctors appointments. All I know is I have taken steps necessary for fixing the problem. Just a waiting game now.Anxiety1 day ago in Emotional