FranticThe morning drifts into my cavernous room, the room aglow with a soft orange cream, the warmth of the sun enveloping the bedroom. A bed, a desk, cabinets and a wardrobe adorn the room through the trash that flows forth along the bedside.Frantic4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
The covers torn and tossed to a corner in hasty movements, frantic old cans tossed around from previous movement.
Tape lines the walls and doors.
Keeping something out.
"Don't leave" A deep voice vibrates from the far wall.
I slump in my chair, my hair dishevelled and flat with days upon days of unkempt hygiene. I click away at the keys on my keyboard, the screen white with a programme, my fingers tight with the biting on them, my nails down to the wick. I shiver and quiver in my seat, my breath hasty, breathing in the old smell of deodorant and days of not showering, the clothes I peer down at worn and baggy from sleeping in them. Skin flakes from my lowered face.
"It will happen if you do" A screech of a voice spirals out from the doorway.
"I do" I r
I'd Be The Best Girlfriend Ever.How Normal Girls Get Attention:I'd Be The Best Girlfriend Ever.5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Some Hot Chick We'll Name Brooke: Oh my gosh! There's Hunter Larson! Hey Hunter~
-Brooke Waves And Looks As Sexy As Possible-
How I Get Attention:
-Throws Book At My Crush-
Me: NOTICE ME, SENPAI!!!
A Knight or a MonsterA Knight or a Monster5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I sat in my pastors office. Pastor Edward Carney was a very good friend of mine, and I’d known him since I was a child. He’d been a great role model, a great spiritual advisor, and a great friend. He, like me, was a practitioner of martial arts and he was also a very gifted public speaker. However, unlike him, I had very little self-confidence. That day, as a mere 18 year old boy, home from college after his 8th week, I truly felt like a failure. Deep down I knew that Dr. Carney would look upon me with disappointment for what I was about to tell him. He sat behind his desk, smiling that same warm smile, and I could only frown in response to him.
“What’s on your mind, Cliff?” He asked me. What was on my mind were about a million different thoughts, fears, and emotions running wild. Had Dr. Carney already heard about what had happened at college? Did he know how I felt about my whole college experience thus far? Perhaps he knew and was just waiting on me to
Justo a Tiempo-¿Por qué lo has hecho mi niña?Justo a Tiempo1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
-No lo sé. Creo que la vida no tiene sentido alguno, que no tengo lo necesario
-¿Qué no tienes lo necesario? Tienes salud ¿No? Tienes a tus padres vivos ¿No?
-Sí doctor, ¿Por qué la pregunta?
-¿Me dejas contarte algo? Tal vez te haga cambiar de opinión
-Sí, claro doctor.
-Hace unos días estuve trabajando en un parto. La mujer me apresuraba, me decía que me apure y que el tiempo se acababa, yo no entendía a lo que se refería pero cumplí sus deseos. Lo hice lo más rápido posible. Dos horas después de haber finalizado el parto ella tomó en brazos a su bebé y comenzó a correr hacia el segundo piso; con las enfermeras la seguíamos y nos preguntábamos "¿A dónde irá? ¿Qué quiere hacer con el bebé?" Nosotros nos imaginábamos lo peor y le gritábamos "¡Detente, por favor!" pero ella n
MyselfI would hope that people wouldn't find me normal and boring...Myself1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
I would hope that they could see the passion that burns in my eyes...
The passion deep within my rain-filled eyes,
And the shocking determination in my vows and pledges.
I stand here upon this mossy earth,
A chilly breeze sending tremors through my body.
My fists clench, despite being a pacifist...
And I feel an acidic venom coarsing through my veins...
I feel tethered to the earthy soil,
Hoping one day I may sprout wings and soar aimlessly through the heavens...
But alas.. I'm no mind-reader that possesses future sight...
In fact.. I think of myself as nothing more than an insignificant insect...
But my determination is solid and firm..
Even if I'm merely invisible in the eyes of my peers..
My soul burns with the ferosity of a wyrm!
But no heart is without its evil intent...
But with a steely resolve,
A vecesA veces me gustaría ser el sol.A veces5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Pues da alegría y calor,
Es brillante y fuerte,
Casi como una supernova.
A veces quisiera ser ave.
Pues son libres y vuelan alto,
Serenas y tranquilas, ven la tierra
Desde un punto de vista grato.
A veces, quisiera ser cielo.
Por lo infinito y bello,
Por lo sereno y azul…
Y por los miles de secretos que guarda.
A veces… Sólo a veces, quisiera ser viento.
Por lo libre y salvaje.
Lo sereno y refrescante;
Pues nunca desaparece.
A veces, quiero ser mar.
Por lo extenso y misterioso que es,
Lo complicado y sereno
Y el peligro que tiene dentro.
A veces, solo quisiera ser un cachorro.
Juguetón y travieso.
Curioso e inocente.
Porque, representa muchas veces
La pureza del alma.
A veces soy huracán.
Destructivo y poderoso,
Arrasando con todo a su paso,
Sin dejar nada a salvo.
A veces, quisiera ser yo misma.
Pues soy más compleja de lo que aparento,
Más humilde y sencilla,
Con un dolor inmenso.
.:Pity-Machine:.If I could choose myself a name.:Pity-Machine:.5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I would call myself like this
It describes me quite well
I've been build that way
Programmed to think like this
to feel like this
That uncontrolled love
Because everyone deserves some
That unconditional will
to make you all feel better
All of these things are scripted in my brain
and all I can do is respecting them
for the sake
of my own sanity
To be honest
I don't feel anything anymore
I'm just staring at you all
trying to fit the best
Because if it wasn't for you all
I wouldn't exist
I guess I should thank you all...
Thank you for making of me
such a loving monster.
Time for a change.So, instead of making a journal I wanted to make this more of a public thing. I wanted to let my watchers, and others know that I am transgender. I am male, always have been. But I see too much hate about this, I see too much and I want it to stop. I want to make a change. I'm not saying this will be successful, but I want to make this public. So here is the change that I want to make in society. Make in the media, make in anywhere I can.Time for a change.4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I will not be having surgery, I will not alter my bodies appearance to be a stereotypical flat chested male, I will keep my breasts to make these statements valid:
1) That breasts or any organ, limb, sexual reproduction organ should not be what defines you. It should be who you feel you are. No matter what.
2) There should be no difference with men and woman and their breasts/nipples. They are made exactly the same, the only thing that's different is a males nipple/breast cannot produce milk for a babies nourishment.
3) To make anyone who cannot
Internal BattleYou're Silent.Internal Battle1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
I like the silence.
You wouldn't know.
"You feel alone."
"You don't want to."
You wouldn't know.
Silence is better.
"Only when you're alone."
I didn't ask for it.
"Why go through it."
I don't know.
"You could leave."
"Why don't you."
I don't know.
"Pain is one reason."
I only need one.
I don't know.
"Wait for someone."
"They won't save you."
"You are a mistake."
"Look at you."
"Grab a blade."
"It's your only friend."
I trust no one.
"Death do us part."
Death Like WinterAs the pure, white flakes danced to the ground around them, she had to face the facts – in that big wooden box he was as cold and white as the snow and as dead as the winter.Death Like Winter5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I Thought I Was Helping...I know you hate me right now, I know you do. I thought I was helping.I Thought I Was Helping...6 days ago in Emotional More Like This
You said that you stopped cutting, but you lied to me. You broke up with me this morning because you knew that it was getting worse. You had carved "Help Me" into your arm, something I'll never forget. Why would you show me? You made my heart snap in two because you're mutilating yourself again. On your legs, since your arms had no more room. On your shoulder area... I just wanted to hold you and kiss your wounds and worries goodbye. It mad me sad to look at your scars and wounds. So I just looked at you. I told you to stop. And I sat down.
I told a friend of ours. She agreed that she should go with me to tell the guidance counselor. We went during break and told her. Just my luck, you were coming out of the bathroom at that same time and saw us. Betrayal danced in your eyes. You asked if it was about you. I lied the first time you asked. The second time, I couldn
Superman 64 Review!So...Superman 64 Review!1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
Let me tell you about an absolutely and amazingly fantastic game!
Now, I know what you're thinking-
This stars Superman?! Cool!
Nope. Dead wrong. It doesn't star Superman. Not at all.
It actually stars a clone of Superman-one that was created by Lexcorp for the sole purpose of ruining Superman's reputation all across the world!
His name is 'Stuporman'
Here's some of his powers-
-Completely random movement speed that will speed up/slow down on a moment's notice!
-Free spirited and likes to do whatever he wants no matter what the you control him to do!!!
-Gets depressed and gets heart attacks from failing to go through rings!!!
-Relies on Power-ups for superpowers-and they run out very quickly!!!
-Random time limits!!!
-Can fall through and walk through walls like they aren't even there and can even get stuck in them! Which is always fun!!!
-Dies from regular bullets and explosions that cannot touch the real man of steel in a million years!
-Punches so slow, that bad g
NothingI'm nothing but a burden.Nothing1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm nothing but a nuisance.
I'm nothing but wasted space.
I complain too much.
I worry too much.
I overanalyze too much.
Nobody wants clingy.
Nobody wants paranoid.
Nobody wants lonely.
I should just keep my mouth shut.
I should just stay away from people.
I should just stop caring.
I wish I didn't feel this way.
I wish I didn't hurt so much.
I wish I could really trust my friends.
Do they really care?
Do they really want me?
Do they really need me?
These things break me.
These things ruin relationships.
These things scare people away.
Nobody UnderstandsI don't think anyone understands how scary it is when you wake up on a day knowing you have things you have to get done. Knowing you're eventually going to have to leave your safety zone and venture off into the world around you.Nobody Understands2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Nobody understands how scary the unknown is; something could go wrong, or it may go well, but still, it could go wrong. I could say the wrong thing, get my words mixed up and suddenly something like "Grool" is escaping my mouth; I could trip; I could shake; people could catch on that I'm not quite alright.
Ordering lunch is scary, there are so many options, will people judge me based on what I choose? I will be eating in public... What if some bodies watching me?
Driving down main roads is scary... What if an idiot hits me? What if I have to change lanes in busy traffic? Will they let me in? Will I even be driving down the right road?
Walking alone is scary... What if I'm kidnapped? What if I end up dead?
Seeing old friends is scary... Will they judge me
Real fansIt's easy to tell people they're not welcome,Real fans3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
To mock them as fakes,
And put barriers in their way,
You don't need to worry about answering wrong
when you're the one asking the questions.
But to push your way through the hate,
To proudly announce your passion,
For the sake of something you love,
You fight a war to be accepted in a world
where most people come to have fun.
That takes true dedication.
So who's the "real" fan?
fue culpa tuyaFue culpa tuya por no molestarte en explicar que no iba bien. En este mundo nada sale como esperamos y si algo no iba bien o no te gustaba debiste contármelo. Fue culpa tuya porque yo no soy adivina ni se que problemas tienes. Fue culpa tuya porque no te importó abandonarme. Fue culpa tuya porque no quisiste descubrir lo bueno que había en mi. Y por eso te odio porque es mas fácil odiarte que seguir sacándome defectos.fue culpa tuya1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
#6 (unfinished thought)& the reality is that if i don't laugh at the way in which people refuse to connect themselves with me, i will drown in misery & that certain breed of malcontent that festers between seized joints; if i don't curl my fingers across rusty keys & laugh at self-made coping, it is simply another boy continually embellishing the reinforcement of my tastelessness & the truth is that i don't have enough charcoal-bellied mascara left beneath my nails to patch together the debris scattered by unbidden rivers. the stones are endlessly arcing, falling dead centre through my sand-struck skies, & the forced curvature of my lips is the only preventative measure that i can afford.#6 (unfinished thought)12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
10 Things I Learned From The Internet1. Never touch a black person's hair.10 Things I Learned From The Internet15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
2. If you pay attention to a troll, you're giving them what they want.
3. There is porn literally everywhere.
4. I'm not alone in my perverse lust for animated men.
5. People can and will get offended by anything.
6. There is some hope for humanity.
7. Never say "everything happens for a reason".
8. Cats rule the world.
9. I can't fucking stand people.
10. People like lists.
Pinkie Pie's ReputationPinkie Pie's Reputation4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
It’s been about 4 and one half years since the television series known as My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic became an internet sensation. And in that time, a fair number of people have moved on. While many still love the show, others have lost interest in it for a number of reasons. Could it be Lauren Faust stepping down from its production? Twilight becoming an alicorn? Season 4 changing the show’s dynamic? The slice of life stories turning into complicated arcs? Or could it be that the characters aren’t what they used to be?
While these characters still have a lot of loyal fans, a lot of other people have also grown tired of their presence. Out of all these characters however, one continuing issue is the characterization of Pinkie Pie. Personally, I like Pinkie Pie. I don’t think she’s one of the shows best or anything, but she’s very energetic, optimistic, and wants nothing more than to make other’s happy. However, many of the fandom have
KatherineI can't talk on the phone,Katherine20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I tend to get tongue-tied.
I can't walk on city stone,
Or look my love in the eye.
I can't sing out loud for anyone.
I'm too knotted to loosely dance.
I'd laugh at the bright lemon sun,
But fear won't grant me a chance.
I've been taught to regret love.
I've been trained to be cynical.
I've been brought back out of,
a physical state coding critical.
The introvert's creed is my gospel.
I can't dream happy without balking.
I frequent the halls of two hospitals,
and self-doubt is constantly talking.
I've been sold to a falsified affection.
I've been told to reconsider the blade.
I've been gripping a faulty connection.
I've been tripping over a mess I made .
When I'm able to trust, I give it my all.
I know my purpose is the nurse's call.
I can be loyal to a degree that's unhealthy.
My heart's the best and worst part of me.
It's the stupidest and wisest part of,
this stitched up train wreck of a body.
Ventanas de coloresMe dijo que si fuera por ella todas las ventanas serían de colores. No de un color opaco, sino de un color de esos cristales tintados que llevan algunos coches. Así los pájaros no chocarían contra ellas.Ventanas de colores3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
A partir de ese razonamiento surgieron mil y una dudas. No he estudiado meses y meses de filosofía en su asignatura y aplicada a otras tantas para no tener argumentos a favor y en contra preparados en cinco segundos de trabajo mental. Que pensamiento tan estúpido, cristales con colores.
Que miedo me dio cuando me di cuenta de lo absurdo que sonaba. No porque dejara de creerlo, sino porque sabía que era cierto. ¿No era yo la que cogía una caja de zapatos, le hacía agujeros y la pintaba para que hiciera el rol de casa en un extraño juego de aventuras en mi habitación? ¿La que cogía todos los animales de plástico disponibles en el cajón amarillo de la diversión y los colocaba alrededor de la roca del Rey
LoveWhat is love?Love10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Is it lust? Is it passion?
Is it admiration? Is it understanding?
Is it an amalgam? Or is it pure?
Is it something simple, or is it something more?
I have felt the passion of a deep, burning love, quick to flare and yet quick to burn out.
I have felt the creeping burn of a love built up over years, slow to start and with a slow, painful death.
I have had my love embraced, I have had it spurned.
I have hidden it away, and I have worn it on my sleeve.
In the end, I do not know what love is.
Whenever I think I do, it changes; it is a fickle, tricksy thing.
The only thing you can truly, ever say you know about love is...
For, despite it being an ephemeral thing, something no man can comprehend...
We know it immediately when it touches our soul.
A world revealed and a life givenIn a world of ice and snow where everything was white I feared nothing not even death for nothing frightened me. Yet now the world has changed and I know what frightens me tis being without you, your words my ears like bird songs in spring, your hands in mine strong yet gentle, the soft touch of a kiss the feeling of love. Nothing but white my world once was now it has melted and I truly know beauty and peace, strength and hope, a life I knew not I was missing.A world revealed and a life given2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Thank you kechara
Still.I, I am still yours.Still.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
You, you are not mine.
Can you please tell me how we got here?
How did you go from loving me,
To what feels like hating me?
How did you become so unsure of what “us” was?
I have done nothing but loved you from the beginning.
I have tried so hard, to give you what you deserved.
I still feel like you are the love of my life.
But that’s the thing right?
They could be the love of your life.
You could be the love of someones life too.
But you could be together one day
Then go your separate ways the next.
You could give them your all, your best and your broken.
You could touch with gentle fingers or soft words
Only to have them feel like they've turned to razors.
The love of your life could be yours for only a moment.
Leaving you this massive hole in your chest.
So maybe it’s 20 years since you've seen her eyes
Looking up at you, you swear she could see into your soul.
And maybe you’re both married
And maybe you both have kids.
Ans maybe, ju