What is on the other side?When you're staring at your reflection, what do you see? It is obvious to most people that you see anWhat is on the other side?4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
exact image of yourself, but how do you depict that lingering 'image' that surrounds you?
What exactly do you 'see' when you look into a mirror? Light is everywhere and no person can escape
it. The same can be said about a person's feelings no matter how hard they try to cast a shallow mask
behind their true emotions.
Just how fragile are we? There are some who have more willpower than others, but lack in other
departments that help to build us up. What is it that makes you a strong or weak person?
What are you gazing at? Do you perhaps see a strong individual on that other side of the light? Is
there something dark and mysterious about that 'impostor' that you just can't figure out yet? Where
are you? Who are you?
What is on the other side?
Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry) But what you don't know is that I'm frustrated that I can't write a poem about the thorns growing on my veins and icebergs in my heart. I can't write about the void in me when he no longer plays me Beethoven's music or sings me out of tune songs. Because there's none. I don't feel anything when he left.Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry)20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Truth is, I want to feel crushed, and heart broken. Because at least sadness can prove that I loved him before and that what he said about me never loving him is wrong. And I don't want to prove him right with being happy.
I want to write something beautiful about him. I want to write a poem because that's what I know, that's the only thing that had me getting my emotions back in boxes. I want to write a poem about us smiling with dandelions on the roadsides and crying without rain to validate our tears. I want to write some
Lies The biggest lie someone can ever tell is through actions, not words.Lies3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
do it.Suffering isn't always pain.do it.4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Sometimes its having to itch your finger,
when you wanna strike a match,
and watch it all just fucking burn.
masochist.It's not the simple pain that I enjoy,masochist.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
it's simply the pain of loving you,
which gives me my sick thrill.
A VentThere are times when I start to doubt myself. There are times where I start the think that my life is not that great and I begin to wonder why I'm still alive. Questions come into my head like, "Why am I even trying?" and "Where is my life going?" tend to prop up a lot, more than I'd like.A Vent3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
When I look at my life, I wonder how I became so broken. What had happened? When did it happen? How am I even still here? I couldn't answer any of those questions and probably never will.
I remember growing up, but never having any permanent friends. Those that came close always left me and I wondered why. Sometimes I would begin to think that there is probably something wrong with me and that everyone had found out, so they had begun to avoid me.
I felt left out and alone. I wasn't included in any social groups or invited to any parties. Oftentimes, I was always picked last for kickball and the kids on my team would often make it as if I we
My Best Friend"A friend is someone who can see the truth and pain in you even when you are fooling everyone else. "My Best Friend4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
The world is grey when I want to cry. It blurs and shifts as my eyes fill with tears. As the water builds up, it finally starts to flow down, down, down, hot waves on the searing sand of a beach. Lights flicker and distort as I wipe my tears away and try to think its alright. But it's not. Until you appear. You, a bright shining rainbow that spreads light and colour to every inch of my world. You might not know it, but you're the one that keeps me going. You're the one that is always there for me, even when I want to be alone. I love you for that. Thank you for sticking by me. I treasure the memories that we have made, and look forward to the future.
Ataque de estres/ansiedad Empiezo a sentir mareos, así que me voy tropezando por los pasillos buscando un cuarto vacío. Finalmente encuentro uno. Entró y cierro la puerta con llave para que nadie pueda entrar.Ataque de estres/ansiedad4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Mire la hora en mi celular. 2:34 am. Creo que fue una mala idea ir por una caminata, a estas horas nadie esta despierto.
Mi corazón se esta acelerando y mis manos tiemblan. Me siento en el piso y sostengo mi cabeza con las manos, tratando de relajarme. Mi respiración es anormal, y estoy sudando.
Ahora no es el momento.
Puedo sentir el hormigueo por todo mi cuerpo aumentar.
No, para, por favor.
Puedo escuchar mi corazón latir. Todo parece estar mas alto y mas callado al mismo tiempo.
Mi visión se pone borrosa, apareciendo y desapareciendo. Mire mis manos, las cuales están temblando incontrolablemente. Me siento aturdida.
Esto me ha pasado antes, bastantes veces en realidad. Cuando me siento sola o como una carga esto pasa. Es por eso que odio enfermarme,
Guess who's back, Main Topic AlesaWhat's the problem with Alesa? I don't find her a problem with anything. So why is there some hate towards her?Guess who's back, Main Topic Alesa5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
A shameIt's a shame how much one person can change another...A shame5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Easy Drinking Games #6Pokemon:Easy Drinking Games #61 week ago in Emotional More Like This
-Take a drink every time a pokemon says its name
-Take a drink whenever Ash is a moron
-Take a drink if Ash mentions that he's from Pallet Town
-Take a drink whenever Brock flirts with a girl (take two if it's not Nurse Joy or Officer Jenny)
Easy Drinking Games #1The Smurfs:Easy Drinking Games #11 week ago in Emotional More Like This
-Take a drink every time someone says the word "Smurf"
-Take a drink every time Grouchy says he hates something
Don't Ban Books!Don't Ban Books!2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
When you ban a book, you are taking someone's hard work, imagination, experience and love and saying it's inappropriate. Well, I beg your pardon but who suddenly made you an expert on what is and is not inappropriate? You seem to think that by banning books, your "innocent, naive" children won't ever see or learn or don't already know about what you're "protecting" them from.
The Diary of Anne Frank was banned for "sexual content". Which is absolutely, one hundred percent ridiculous seeing as what she wrote was about a crush. She wasn't even thinking about sex for goodness sakes!
Harry Potter for witchcraft... Um, duh? And what's wrong with magic? You think your kids are gonna go join a cult and practice black magic because they read a book series about a boy who found out he had magic and used it to help and save people? First off, that's ridiculous. Second, hello, wake up and smell the twenty-first century. As a fan, I'm not gonna say that magic doesn't exist, because nature i
Stronger Than Blood is What I NeedI tried really hard to write this well. It jumps around a lot but I wanted to make sure it didn’t turn into a big rant so I made it short. Sorry if it sucks. I’m just going to upload it before I lose my nerve.Stronger Than Blood is What I Need2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I hurt. A weird sort of hurt I’ve never experienced before. It’s hard to explain, but I’ll start with this: I have a family. Well shit, that’s obvious, but I mean I have a close family. I’ve spent my entire life surrounded by three siblings, two parents, fourteen aunts and uncles, eighteen cousins, and six grandparents. The number fluctuates as people marry, have kids and die, I’ve also disowned a few family members but you get the point. As I get older I find myself drifting away from a lot of my family and I find myself re defining what that word means to me. Out of my enormous family there are very few I’m as close to now as I was as a child. My siblings, my mother, one grandparent, one uncle, and no cousins. The people who
GoneThe question of what to do when someone we care for dies has always been something I've struggled with. From people to animals, death has always been like hitting a wall. What do you do when someone you knew was here, alive, warm yesterday? And in an instant are gone. My friend was in her early twenties, she was beautiful, she was smart, generous, a gifted artist, and she was loved. But recently a car accident snuffed out the light that was this young woman. I didn't know her for as long as our mutual friends did, I can't even begin to imagine the anguish and pain they are experiencing. And though I did not know her as well as I really wanted to, I loved her as well. We are all hurting, all of us have lost a beautiful person in our lives.Gone2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
My mind keeps spinning in circles, asking questions, asking things I would dare never say, asking why. I keep hoping this is a nightmare, please let it be some kind of sick joke, let it be something else, anything but what it is. I've never lost someo
What's the End of the World?There have been times in my life where I have needed a friend, someone's shoulder to cry on, someone to tell me that it's okay even though it doesn't feel that way. There have been times when things have happened that I've told no one about because why should I burden them with what I'm thinking, or feeling, why would they care? Even among all the bad things that have happened, there has always been a constant good thing, the one thing that has always been there, and I hope will always be there. A friend when there was no one else, someone who would never leave me, or say anything to inadvertently upset or insult me.What's the End of the World?4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
This proclamation may come as a surprise and a shock, but there has never been a truer friend in my life, than my Simba.
He's been there through thick and thin, heartbreak and trauma, my darkest moments that I won't tell anyone about, my cat dying. He's listened to my insecurities, let me cry into his fluffiness, was there on the nights that I would cry myself to sleep ove
The strength in my bonesI remember a time that seems so long ago where I told you sometimes, I could gaze at my hand, and see only glass in the place of flesh. Because I was, and still am, so easily broken as stained glass in an abandoned church's window. But now when I look at my hand, and stand almost alone, I see flesh, blood, and bone, ready to fight against the world alongside you. You've gotten my secrets, and I yours. Forever shall we keep them among only us, and hold our breath when the world beats us for answers. You've given me strength, and you've given me hope. When I honestly thought there was none left in this world.The strength in my bones4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
You've become the strength in my limbs when I lift my head in the morning, or stride down the hallways. You've turned the unpleasant, tense feeling in my stomach to lightweight butterflies fluttering about. You've held out your arms and accepted me, greedy and bratty and bitchy as I am, and you've held me tightly as the flames of the world singed my clothes. You've taken the s
The EndIt's finally happened, the truth I did not want to believe has slapped me hard across the face. Now it was clear by the end of August of last year that we had started to slip through the cracks a little, but every now and then we would find our way back. Not this time, this time you've pushed me over the ledge and and watched me fall, you could have cared less how I ended up you were just saving yourself. As I watched from here I saw you living life and moving onto better thing slowly but surely forgetting about me.The End4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I would try to reach out to you but you would just brush it off like it was nothing. The silence between us was the worst part, sure we had to go several months without communication but you were off doing your job. This is different, I'm right in front of you but you still manage to look right through me as if I'm nothing but another ghost of you past.
It's frustrating, it surly hurts but it is what it is. This is where we are and I guess where we'll remain.
RemembranceIf I die before you, will you remember the date of my funeral?Remembrance4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Lo siento... Recuerdo cuando estaba pequeña, dibujaría caras felices en todos lados. Y estaba rodeada de gente con caras felices. Pero ahora, solo soy una persona triste rodeada de caras tristes.Lo siento...5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Cuando te das cuenta de que te tienes que alejar de las únicas personas que te hacen feliz para protegerlas, se siente como el final del mundo.
Es raro lo rápido que las cosas cambian. En un minuto puedes estar perfectamente feliz, y al siguiente puedes estar triste.
Triste, triste, triste.
Ya ni siquiera suena como una palabra.
¿Saben que mas es raro? La vida. A nadie se le promete vida. Pero si se le promete muerte. Esa es una cosa en la vida garantizada. Todos moriremos en algún punto. La cosa que la mayoría de la gente no quiere es la cosa que esta garantizada a pasar en algún punto.
Me pregunto que harán mis amigas cuando se enteren como me siento.
¿Me trataran igual?
¿Escucharan cuando diga lo mucho que odio la s
The Lemon JuiceI sat with a large mug in my palms as the bitter liquid from a jug poured out into it. The white walls of the mug splashed with yellow water as it poured out. The liquid ran down. And it was rising until my mug was full. Its acidic smell filled the vacant air, looking for a scent or for a flavour. The smell drilled its way down to my lungs, tasting the bitter taste of lemon juice before letting a single droplet neutralize my tongue.The Lemon Juice5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
"Drink it down." The strong, elegant woman dressed in grey said to me, as she held the empty jug in her hands. I took a single nod, as my lips touched the white walls of the mug. I wasn't ready. I never will be. The acidity of the liquid burnt my lips, as the juice hit the back of my throat, burning it. I remember. I remember the times I had lied down in bed, as the lemon juice of my eyes had dripped down and dampened the pillow with the acidity of my sorrow.
I remember all the nights I had cried, hoping Hope would slash me in the hand and tighten its finge
Easy Drinking Games #4Star Wars:Easy Drinking Games #41 week ago in Emotional More Like This
-Drink once for every inexplicable British accent
-Take a drink every time someone dies. Down the whole glass if it was Alderan.
-Take a drink every time a Skywalker whines
-Take a drink for every plot twist everyone already knows
-Take a sip every time a Stormtrooper misses a shot