All These Emotions Sometimes she feels like she's right in the middle in a sea of loneliness and she's going to drown in the dark waves.All These Emotions 1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Sometimes he feels like the only real friendship he has are with the letters he needs to form words on a sheet of paper.
Sometimes she feels like screaming until her voice disappears just to let out all the emotions she's feeling.
Sometimes he feels like letting go of the mountain edge he's so desperately trying to hold on too.
But they can't.
The Darkness that ConsumesWhat is the point of fighting for something that you can't change?The Darkness that Consumes1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
It hurts too much to keep on walking, when I know that each step we take together is another step towards us splitting apart.
No matter how much I fight to succeed, I always fail.
Too many things will die if I'm left to keep them alive.
My success was false.
A life passed me by.
A life that I saved, but that never needed saving.
Two that are gone, and one I will never see again.
Another for the one who was pulled away.
And even as my darkness continues to consume me, how can people still like me?
I'm not good, why do others fail to see it also?
Who will notice when I am gone?
The ones that were friends, but are no longer with me?
Or the ones that hate me, and will celebrate my leave?
Or the people on the sidelines, who are oblivious to it at all?
Would she notice? Or assume I was busy?
She's my light for what she has done for me, but why am I her light?
Why am I her light?
I didn't save her.
I can't keep h
iSLEEPToday's on of your days of your boring weary life I do not really want to wake up. But sleep for hours and days. Sleep until the end of times.iSLEEP1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Done. There done. Did it. Deleted all my stolen stuff. Done. You're welcome. Now,can you leave now?Done. 11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Dancer, Reader, WriterWhen I look in the mirror, I see a teenage girl. I see a relatively short person with long brown hair. I see someone who's an adult to some people, and a child to others. But who am I?Dancer, Reader, Writer11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I identify as a reader, a writer, a student, a teacher. At my core, I see a person who loves words and language and stories. I identify as a dancer. I see a person who loves movement and music and the ability to express feelings without words.
Why? I love words and stories and dancing and movement because they are all forms of self expression. They all allow you to pour your emotions and energy into the world. Writing lets you take yourself out of the world you live in and create a new one. Reading lets you put yourself into a world of someone else.
Dancing lets your take yourself out of the world of words and thoughts and move into a space where all that matters is emotion and movement. In a dance class, there isn't time to think about anything other than what you are doing in that moment. In class, the
Asperger's No one understands me. But I do not blame them. I am quite complicated...I am rather different from everyone. Unique. I have my own little world, where I can be myself, and block out people in genral. Except my Mom and Dad. They truley know me.. I do not feel comfortable being around people i don't know. That my seem normal, but i go to extremes of Select Mutetism. That's where I only speak to those i know and trust. Even if they ask me a question, i wont answer them. or i will force myself to say a simple "yes or"no" and thats it... Harvest Moon is my life. I eat, breathe, play, write, read, and sleep Harvest Moon. I know pretty much all the characters, and read about evey fanfic. My main Characters that i love, are Gale, the wizard, Luke the carpenter, and Vaughn the animal transporter. And sometimes Chase, the cook. Besides Harvest Moon, my life includes Kirby, a lake, and my parents. That's all i let enter in my life, or own little world. You have to be pretty darn speciAsperger's 14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Get ToleranceGet ToleranceGet Tolerance11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Written By: Aaron James Bellomy
Yeah, if you want to resist, and not worry about this, get tolerance, gain tolerance, and then you may be able to resist this, everything will be fine if you just get tolerance. Tolerance is a good thing to have, with it, you can be free, of horrible memories, get tolerance and test it to the max, and see if you can survive.
So now that you've got tolerance, and lets test it, and see if you can survive the pit, first to go, a friend comes up to you and asks you if you want to get drunk, inside of you, a process is happening, tolerance, and you answer no to your friend, second to go, another friend comes up to you and asks if you want to get high, tick...tick...tick time passes by, as you think about it, then to your friend you say no, and then they just go, third to go, another friend comes to you and asks if you, if you would walk with her, you don’t think, you just say yes and start the long walk, but you must still remember this
Spreading the Word of GOD 87Spreading the Word of GOD 8715 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
20 For when ye were the servants of sin, ye were free from righteousness.
21 What fruit had ye then in those things whereof ye are now ashamed? for the end of those things is death.
22 But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life.
23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
To a friend I lostSo, I'm not worthTo a friend I lost6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
your time anymore?
Can't really blame you
after all, you tried to help me.
I just didn't listen,
as it seems to always be with me.
I just don't listen,
or in fact I don't understand.
Anyway, I just want to thank you,
for trying to save my poor soul.
Have a nice rest of your life,
I hope you find true happines,
'cause you if anybody deserves it.
Lovers and DreamersMy bed is too big for one person, too small for two, but it’s always my room we migrate to. You love it, because we have to sleep pressed up against each other, close and warm. I’m a restless sleeper, tossing and turning and flailing limbs in the night, but in the circle of your arms I sleep like a log, peaceful and still.Lovers and Dreamers21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I always wake first. Watching you sleep in the dim morning light, hair a mess, arm tossed across my legs because I’ve slipped out of your grip to sit up against the wall, it’s like a miracle each and every time. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, never have and maybe never will. You’re a galaxy laid out in my bed and it’s overwhelming sometimes.
You take forever to wake. You curl in closer, mumble incoherently beneath your breath, and doze until you can’t doze anymore. Then you open your eyes, bleary and unfocused, and give me the sleepiest, dopiest, happiest fucking grin I’ve ever seen anyone give anything,
Chronic Confessions are easiest when they are given to the thick black night. And this, I know, is why I have never been able to tell you I love you, but instead, every night, I whisper it to the moon, and scream it at the stars. I exhale my love for you into the suffocating sea of my sheets at midnight, into my shirts as I dress in the morning. The truth of it radiates from my eyes, and I see it when I stare blankly back at myself from a spotted mirror, a dilapidated toothbrush protruding from my lips like a thermometer, and I know that I am burning up. I have always been burning, a phoenix in perpetual flame, comfortable in my nest of ashes where dying to myself has never been considered a formality, but a necessity, and rebirth is a routine.Chronic 22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
You, on the other hand, have always been cold. Steady and calm, with palms that don't sweat and thighs that don't stick to seats in the summertime, in the sweltering heat. Your cool demeanor and classy facade, everything