Spread The LoveAs part of the human race, we share bad experiences and bad situations. It's how we get through them that makes us the great ones- the ones others look up to.Spread The Love5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
You know, when I was a little kid and I mentally spoke to myself, my imagination ran wild and I actually believed that there was another little girl connected to my brain, speaking to me. Likewise, when we share the same first name, and sometimes, even the same instances, we share the same strength. For example, somewhere in this world, there is a...
Dear, sweet Meg. Nobody understands you, do they? You're the girl who sits at the back of the class and only answers when the teacher asks you to. They say you're the mean girl- a bully that hides behind a facade- too quite. But that's not you. You're lonely. You're Meg; but that's just the nickname they gave you. You hate it. You don't understand it. But you're perfect.
Kira, I know you won't be able to forgive or forget for years to co
They Need YOUNobody understands the value of your OC like you. Your characters will not be anything without you, so asa result, if you feel down and out, where does that leave them? That leaves them off of your mind. If they are off of your mind, then for that brief moment they don't exist.They Need YOU6 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I know that it's tough. I know that your mind loves to screw around with you, and it chooses to do so in the worst of times. It is apparent that those around you don't always see what it is that you are doing, but I assure you that that is just noise.
Your creativity often thrives on your emotion. It's why I write. Your OC is no different. Feed yourself thought and inspiration. I don't mind if you have to talk to yourself. You will make leaps and bounds in creating your OC, thus the story that surrounds them, and eventually a product.
They need you. Go to them.
You're wonderful ScottI don't think I've had a more stronger respect for someone I barely know then I do for Scott. Go ahead and take a look. T.TYou're wonderful Scott5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
unanswered questionsDo you think of me?unanswered questions1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
I think of you all day every single day.
Whenever a character loses the one they love in a movie
do you think of me?
I think of you.
When its raining outside
do you think about snuggling with me?
When you see a shooting star
do you make a wish about me?
I wish for you and all of you.
When you're lonely
do you miss me?
I miss you all the time.
Do you pray for me?
I pray for you every day.
And you know I'm not much into praying.
When I fainted the other night
Were you scared?
I was scared.
When I found everything out
And my heart was broken,
When I told you I'd leave if you didn't change
Did you cry?
I cried to where I couldn't anymore.
When you first met me
Did you think that we would have made it this far?
Has everything been a lie?
Will it ever get better?
Will you ever love me again?
Do I still give you butterflies?
You still give them to me.
Are you afraid of losing me?
Would you do anything for me?
I'd go to the ends of the Earth f
BorderlineShe lived on the edge of everything. On the borderline between broken and ok. Between lies and hidden truths. She lived life as a fancy facade. Desperately falling apart while clinging to her fake smile to hide it.Borderline5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
She had borderline anorexic tendencies. She starved herself and hated looking in the mirror.
But she weighed too much for anyone to notice her struggle.
She was on the borderline for symptoms of anxiety.
But when her best friend was identified with it officially she shut up about that.
And on the borderline for depression.
But it seemed like there were too many good days for her to possibly be that broken.
She had borderline self harming behaviors.
But she only burned with water and cut with her fingernails. No scars to see and nothing that compared to the damage others caused.
She had borderline anger issues.
But she was clearly just a moody teenager.
She had borderline insomnia.
But sleeping maybe 24 hours a week was too much. And the nightmares were irrelevant.
She was bo
ConflictionsI want to be noticed, but I don't want to attract attention.Conflictions1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
I want to feel beautiful, but I want to be comfortable.
I want to be 'normal', but I love my quirks.
I want to go with the flow, but I find peace in planning.
I tend to be very quiet, but I love it when I do get loud.
I want to speak up, but I feel the need to listen.
I sometimes wish to be ignorant, but I crave knowledge.
I wish I was more numb to emotions, but I feel deeply.
I enjoy quiet moments, but my internal dialogue makes that damn near impossible.
I am okay staying still, but I have a deep want to travel around.
I feel accomplished one minute, and stress out about everything two seconds later.
I want to be skilled at small talk, but I enjoy long conversations.
GoodbyeI'm sorry, but I am leaving DA. It's not what it's cracked up to be. But I'm thankful for the kind words I received.Goodbye3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
People, and their typical response to sadness.To see someone breaking down, their first thought is to try and approach that person, to "help" them. It tends to have good intentions at heart, maybe...People, and their typical response to sadness.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
But it completely ignores the fact that there are some people that, when they break down, they prefer to be left alone. People who recover best in relative solitude, people who are like me.
Of course, there is always the lingering sentiment that goes "loners are freaks". As if our preference for crying alone somehow makes us sick, or absolutely needing company...
In my case, to become a sobbing mess leaves me in a weakened state. Vulnerable. And when people are drawn to my moment of sadness, I start to internally panic. In that frame of mind, I could easily be exploited or harmed, which overloads my sense of fear to maintain a minimum level of awareness.
In the end, it takes stupidly excessive levels of focus to keep myself from lashing out at the people who keep trying to "help" me. When I'm sobbing broken
Fun Fact #11You only use 10% of your brain at a time. Certain parts of your brain are designed to handle certain tasks. The only time 100% of your brains are active is when you're having a stroke/seizure.Fun Fact #115 days ago in Emotional More Like This
UnspokenI don't know why it came to meUnspoken3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Such a gorgeous setting sun
a caring eye
I thought to pause and thank someone
I thought to say good-bye
I didn't say why down the road
I saw a silent djinn of dust
a calling voice
I didn't speak my heart or trust
Put words around my choice
I hadn't thought that down the lane
Such a trusting hand to hold
Should not have been so quiet cold
Should not have left her there
And yet I thought to say good-bye
and still I haven't said it yet
Burdened by that willful debt
I owe to one so dear
Farther down the sunset road
from one I left so long ago
a looming moon
do not dwell on what I owe
it will be paid off soon
Loosening GripI used to call myself a writer. I'm not sure I can really do that anymore. I'm not sure if the word applies. I'm not sure if I ever really was.Loosening Grip6 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I used to write every day. I made it a point to. I had to. It was just in my blood, like fire. After an incident, I did not feel the fire anymore. I want to... badly. I crave it like a junkie. I want to feel like myself again. I don't.
After awhile it lessened to four days a week. Then three. Then only on the weekends. Now... I'm lucky if I do it once a week. I fear the day I just... never pick it up again. I hope that day never comes. I dread it like one dreads there own demise. It is a demise of sorts I suppose, isn't it?
I tell people it is because I am too busy or I am too tired. I'm a lier that way sometimes. Really... I just don't feel like it. I try to force it and it's worse. I try to rediscover my creative spirit by reading my previous work. Instead I just smile wistfully and find something else to do because... I no longer know
Dream log: Entry 1Here we go, I'll be doing these Dream Log things from inspiration from my friend scientistB,(by the way you should totally go check him out. Anyway, my dreams aren't normal I can control them. I know right? crazy, but it's true. Anyway on to the show.Dream log: Entry 12 days ago in Emotional More Like This
The world is in a war... a Nerf war. Foam bullets are flying everywhere, But be careful though, they still kill. I'm with my old friend Liam. There's a scientist named Bob(coinsidence huh?, scientistB, No? ok...) trapped in a lab. We go in. There's a lot of people shooting us with bullets. We continuosly duck for cover and save the scientist. We run out of the lab avoiding traps and bullets. Before we reach the exit there's a GIANT explosion. We fly across the lab and black out. Suddenly when we wake up Were on an island, a paradise to be exact. People are staring at us, we have guns. There's no more war. Apparently this is Barbie's Paradise theme park for little kids. I feel stupid.
I think the meaning is that I like epic adventures or s
.Sometimes I wonder if I'm really in control of my life..5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I drift along existence like a feather in the wind,
not knowing nor caring when or where I'll land.
And I hover in mid-air, again and again,
the Lifewind can't seem to tire of this futile game we play for some time now.
TwI had so many reasons to love her,Tw16 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
and then I loved her beyond reason.
They Have No Idea...Alone again I ask myselfThey Have No Idea...18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
How can I do the impossible
My thoughts go back to you
My thoughts are what bring me down
The whiskey burns my throat like dull fire
as I try to make up my mind
I crave the feeling that buzzes my mind and jumbles the thoughts
It never seems to last as long as I want and soon..too soon..my mind is back to you
I love you and that handsome smile
You light up my heart with that look in your eyes as you talk about work
Yet I cannot bring the courage to my own mouth
To speak the words I've longed to say for weeks
I love you
I love your smile
I love hanging around before you get home
I loved it that day when I was at the house and you didn;t know.
The blush that crept across your cheeks as we hugged
I shared the same feeling but I have no idea on how to tell you
I ask advice and they all say the same.
Just tell him,
Though they have no idea how hard it is to me...
Nada importa. No sientas. No desperdicies tiempo ni energía. A nadie no le importás. Tenés que hacer las cosas que tenés que hacer. A nadie le importás. Por más que saludes a nadie le importa. No tenés amigos. Nada importa. No sos importante. Tu talento es una mierda. No tenés talento. Estás solo porque a nadie le importás. Hay que huir. Nada tiene sentido porque no sos. A nadie le importás. Deja de perder el tiempo. Tu vida es un desperdicio. Perdedor. Nada importa. Nadie importa. Vida de mierda. Nadie es tu amigo. No merecés vivir.Nada importa. 2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
ClosureClosure...Closure3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I know I can't be the only one of us that feels things have changed between us. To me it feels as if our conversations and texts are getting more and more..."strained" (for lack of a better word). To me it feels as if once you have moved our conversations will be even less frequent, but believe me when I say I hope beyond all hope this is proved wrong.
I know we will never sit down and talk before you leave, let alone me being able to treat you to dinner. I understand all the "we'll see"s and "maybe"s were your way of saying no without being rude. I'm just sorry it took me so long to realize this. I'm sure my repeated mentioning of talking to you was probably annoying. I now realize that some questions are destined to go unanswered.
So, I am writing this just to tell you a few things I have been unable to tell you in person. Firstly, you know I have deep feelings for you. I do not mean it lightly when I say I love you. I truly mean it. I'm not asking you to reciprocate or to
SentimentCurious little thing- I wish to keep.Sentiment3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
In between the valley of my ivory cages-
Nestled in red.
Of Whores And HumansThere was one a monster.Of Whores And Humans3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
This monster was a semi-happy girl.
Then along a *human did appear.
Turned her life around.
The monster was elated.
Then the *human ripped her heart into a billion pieces.
The monster is struggling.
The monster wants to drink.
The monster wants to end her life.
The monster thinks she will never be happy again.
The monster needs help.
The *human does not care.
Titles are too shallowWe live in the past now,Titles are too shallow3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
away from bad possibilities.
Everything we need
slips into the past.
All of the internet hugs
and serenades to friends,
the conflicts over drugs,
all bend to time.
False HopeThroughout my life, I’ve met truly amazing people. They taught me things that I otherwise wouldn’t have learned on my own. There’s one person that stands out more than the others. She’s the only person to have ever made me cry.False Hope4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Several years ago, I was someone else. I was someone that was filled to the brim with both ambition and regrets. When I met her, I honestly believed that there was something special about her. And yet, it wasn’t positive. I wanted to believe that she had darkness inside of her that most others couldn’t see.
I wanted her to open up to me, but I didn’t want to waste the time that I had with her. At this point, I hadn’t realized that it was limited. Creating happy memories with her was my only goal. Now, for my regrets.
It should be a sin to regret falling in love with someone, but I do. I truly do. I understand that the pain I felt could’ve blossomed into something else in the future. I could’ve grown. Tr
To peopleFriends on here are like my pack members, if one goes it feels like the pack is not finished like something is missing forever.To people4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Never just think your worthless around here no matter what u do even if u hurt someone by mistake your still loved by other
Pressure *Vent*Her numbers constantly climb, higher and higher. 80, 90, 100! I sit in my box, watching her grow. Like a weed? Or like a flower?Pressure *Vent*4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I work too hard, mother says. Too much work, not enough rest. I do not listen. I want to be noticed, to be someone!
My number stays the same, leaving the average point only after weeks of hard work. She does it with such ease. How does it work? We used to be equals!
I work harder, I do better!
Why am I so obsessed? "Thou shalt not compare thyself to others!" The rulebook says. I can't stop. The longing consumes me.
But everyone wants to be somebody!