Because I'm in an angsty corner at the momentYou told me in kindergarten that we were best friendsBecause I'm in an angsty corner at the moment16 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
So I believed you
You stole my favorite doll because you wanted it
So I went without it
You pushed me down in the mud and laughed
So I got up and laughed with you, even though I wanted to cry
You got a boyfriend first
So I patiently listened to you rave about him
You told me you were going to sleep with a guy that night
So I covered for you and lied to your parents
You stayed out and partied all weekend long
So I came to get you when the guy you rode with ditched you
You made it your personal mission to date every guy in school
So I stayed single the whole time, because I didn't want to be a bad friend
You called me at three in the morning to come and get you from a bar
So I missed sleep and got bad grades
You saw that the new boy was being nice to me and lied to him saying that I didn't like boys
So I missed out on my chance at high school romance
You came to me drunk one night and said that I was a prude
So I tried not to be so
Horizon, Surface Low, High Sea and Mystery BetweenHorizon, Surface Low, High Sea and Mystery Between21 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
As long as mankind has strode upon earth and soil, he too has longed to escape it, with eyes cast upward toward the heavens, or forward resting upon the never-resting disquieted sea. To seek out the unknown toil of adventure. To discover wonders prior non-conceived, he hath forgone solidity of ground opting instead for pitch and roll of ocean wave. The sight of the sea marvelous in expanse give rise to both wonder and fear. Though epochs pass since ancients dipped first keel into unforgiving beauty, akin thought and feeling present are indeed extant. Arise they do in mind when gaze first falls upon sea in a similitude of a rippling and writhing spherical form of air, seemingly approaching solidity, as released from some enclosure among great depth.
Rise and fall like lives of men. Times of turmoil and boiling ferocious sea. Times of peace and flat calm, glasslike in countenance. Yet, like the heart of humanity, deceiving she is. She even deceives self in s
In This SpaceMy favorite space in the entire world is the space between my window and my bed, only separated by the brown Chester Drawer that was painted canvas white and now chips away to show tidbits of the chestnut brown. This is my favorite space. Because here, it’s just far enough from you. I can see the smile on your face. And the emptiness in your eyes. And it makes me wonder if you can hear me breathing too heavy in order to make myself pass out.In This Space27 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
This space in between my bed and my window is where I sat down and watched the rain break the glass. This space is where I watched the ants trail in through the hole in the window’s net. I fed them bread crumbs from my sandwich. Just another variation of the truth. My space serves as a lovely panic corner. A hiding spot so I can bleed quietly. So even when you enter my room, you won’t see me. But I’ll see you. It’s pitch black. Covered up in my favorite shade of pale blue. A lost variation of truth. I felt it though I
FelicityHer name was Felicity! They used to call her this way because she seemed to be always happy. Felicity was a nice girl, very funny and always ready to make you laugh. But Felicity hasn't been always happy. In the past she suffered, we don't know why, we don't know how, but she suffered. Fortunately Felicity doesn't suffer anymore. She's better than she thinks! Felicity loves to watch tv series, probably because she likes to get lost in a world of fantasy, where all the sorrows of the life don't exist. Felicity is a good friend. I think that Felicity is a dreamer too!Felicity32 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Felicity is a young girl who suffered. Felicity is happy now! Felicity loves tv series! Felicity is the need to escape from this world, but also the life that goes on!
Quote from the internet"Never chase love, affection,Quote from the internet32 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
or attention. If it isn't given
freely by another person, it
isn't worth having."
This is not my writing, it's just something i found on the internet.
And i'm going to abide by it.
I'm tired of feeling the same way
and in a way being treated like a friend.
When i say something about it it doesnt change.
So i'm just going to do as the quote says.
I only have God and myself.
Everyone else doesnt pay attention, and i dont really expect them too anymore.
So thats it
TendernessHer name was Tenderness. Blue used to call her this way because she was very cute, very lovely, and when Blue saw her the first time, the first emotion he felt was Tenderness. Tenderness was a young paintress, very very talented. Her art was different: she didn't paint with a brush, she painted with her heart! Her colours were her emotions, and her canvas was her soul. Every painting made by her was a masterpiece, a piece of herself consacreted in an eternal work of art. Her paintings were the mirror of herself: soft, delicate...and beautiful!Tenderness44 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Tenderness is a very talented paintress! Tenderness paints with heart and soul! Tenderness probably is looking for perfection in this imperfect world! Tenderness is Artist and Muse at the same time!
UntitledI guess I have the sixth sense.I feel something is wrong.Untitled2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The earth is wrecked.The society is wrecked.
The animals are feeling it too.They have become wilder.
Everything will crash.Everything will come down.
We never got seriously harmed by the nature.She is only protecting herself.
But soon,she will die.We will die.
Why are we filled with so much greed?
After all,we already have it all.We just don't organize it right.
Titled Not.if i had ten more minutes orTitled Not.3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
maybe i'd get through this one
but it seems that i'm
all out of
i keep telling them to stop making
stop making me promise
all amounts to
DifficultiesThere are always going to be difficult times. For instance, death. When we loose someone we love, the world becomes dark, and the sadness felt by others soon becomes wrath. Wrath that is release onto you. You feel as if everything you know is disappearing. As if the world is attempting to leave you. However, you cannot let this happen. You must grip the world, what you love, and hold on tightly. Keep holding and fighting until you know what matters to you is going to stay.Difficulties5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
UntitledDo you know what it’s like to have a family that doesn’t care about you?Untitled9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
If you say no, then kudos for you for telling the truth, for being honest. I find it strange that most people I’ve met don’t want to admit that some portion of their life is good.
If you say yes but immediately take it as a challenge, a contest for who has the worst past, when I didn’t imply it as such, then no, you don’t know what it’s like. If you immediately try to tell me how to “fix” my life, then no, you don’t know what it’s like. You have no fucking idea.
If you say yes and then we sit in silence, then congratulations, you know what it’s like. And you know that no amount of “flowery”, “comforting” words can change it or make it better.
Conversation"So basically, you're telling me to give up my world so that yours can continue!?"Conversation12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I wasn't even angry.
I was completely stupefied by disbelief and shock.
It had been what felt like months since we last spoke, and now this is what he demands, right out of the blue. Conversations between us had been tense since the day we decided to split up and go our own paths, but this was definitely something new.
"Yes." He says this very calmly, unlike my loud outburst. A pause.
"And I wished our worlds never crossed in the first place."
Those words sting, like a needle, a small pin prick of pain, but an acute, piercing one.
My jaws clench as I stare at him, dumbstruck, trying to register this mere fact that this was actually happening.
Should I feel hurt, insulted, betrayed? My emotions were in turmoil. He had become a stranger to me.
But I eye him as closely and I could see, despite his stoic facade, the scars left by the battle he has waged with another person.
What do you do?We're all born with something dead inside us.What do you do?14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Our mind, our body, our soul.
As we grow we heal or we harden to the world.
What would you do to stop yourself from being engulfed in it.
Do you drink, smoke, pray, fuck every person that's willing?
What do you do?
Twilight's Assassin: last resort:IconBlitzwingplz: Last Time.... We started making fun of this user named Mykan all went well from deviations to Journals to Fanfics and to Videos even we start reading one of Mykan's Stories things would be just fine.....Twilight's Assassin: last resort16 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
:IconNastasiaplz: See?! Now we've made him worse!
:IconRainbowDashMLP: He's Suicidal now....
:IconNastasiaplz: He probably is because you guys kept making fun of him! and I even wrote a note at part 3 of the first review!
:IconOptimusPrimeTFP: Shoutmon! hurry up before he does something!
:IconShoutmonplz: I can't! He blocked us from commenting!
:IconNastasiaplz: Now this is just great! how are we suppose to apologize him now?!
:IconDiscordMLP: I guess it's my fault for being a jerk and calling him a homicidal emperor....
:IconBlitzwingplz: Everyone let's just calm ourselves down and-
:IconNastasiaplz: You should not keep making Fake Conspiracy theories involving His fanfics! and you're part of the decepticons and Omega decides to h
I am not Elhers DanlosWhat catches your eye when you look at me? Is it the neck brace that provides me the support I need? Is it the wheelchair which is basically glued to my ass half of the time? Is it the countless braces and orthotics that hold me together when all I do is fall apart? Do you see Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, or do you see Hannah? What about the bright red hair that is usually a chaotic mess; or the crazy makeup that I wear to overcompensate for all of the craziness that is attached to me? Are you looking at some “cripple”, or do you see the artist beneath it all. I know that you can’t see my pain, because all you are focused on is the fact that I look different from you. I’m not all that different. In fact, most of the time I wish that I could just fade into the background, and not have a whole crowd stare at me as I pass through muttering apologies for inconveniencing you. What if I fought my invisible illnessI am not Elhers Danlos17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The Coming StormLook out over the city, Look out!The Coming Storm17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
See the clouds gathering and the
wind blowing faster and faster
Hear the beating of your heart
Feel the power of your soul
A storm is coming
A storm like to destroy all you work for
and all you are
Fear not though!
Trust in your heart, trust in your soul
and stand firm
A storm is coming
It will kill you if it can
If it can... if you let it
Algebra TeacherMy algebra teacher was a young, quirky woman. Her platinum blonde hair reached just past her shoulders to the middle of her back, her skin virtually clear of any blemish. Her thick-framed glasses were always crooked just a tiny bit, and I remember having to fight back the urge to get up and fix them, bend them back into their correct appearance. She was thin and had long, hairless legs which ended in heels, making her look even taller than she appeared; a lithe, slender form and a subtle curve of a jawline. Her slim lips, always quirked up into a wide grin that revealed white teeth, shined with lip gloss or lipstick. It depended on the day.Algebra Teacher18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
She always wore fitting dresses and sometimes too-short skirts based on the school dress code, which some of the boys liked. I was one of the boys who didn’t care about it or ogle at her when she walked by. At first I found her cute, but when she showed her personality, her attractiveness melted away and I ended up not being too fond of her.
My WomanI'm sitting on the bus. It's looking to be a rather dreary start to the day. The weather isn't awfully pleasant, for one, and my family certainly wasn't as cooperative as they could have been this morning. Yes, I'm starting to feel it will be a bad day.My Woman18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Just as I'm pondering shutting down for the rest of the ride on the bus, effectively putting my brain to sleep, an alert pops up within my internal messaging systems. Someone has sent me something. I pull up the message to see who it is from, and much to my pleasure, it is her. She wants to know how I'm doing.
After I ask her how she herself has been doing, and I am relieved to hear that she has been fine, I tell her about my morning, going into particular detail on my family's misconduct, and I describe my displeasure with the situation. But as always, she knows just what to say, to tell me exactly what I need to hear to feel better about it, to be happy, to chuckle and smile on the inside, and if I can't help it, on the outside, too.
PETTY FREAKIn a moments wake you think everything is fine, you accept that you’ll never be the person they want you to be. I could never be that girl; I’m not what they want. They run at me to hug me, I wonder if I must smell good? They always hug me; they say I’m as good hugger. Some guys think they can get with me, they hug me and push their “thing” into me, but how is that a turn on?PETTY FREAK19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
In a moments wake, you see the only way out. They don’t seem to realise who I am, but they want me to be with them. I tell them I’m too old for them, some guys range down to 4 years younger than myself, but they just don’t get it. I remember last year a guy whom appeared in his thirties or had aged badly was trying to pick me up. He failed.
Whenever I DO meet a guy I wouldn’t mind being an “item” with, he always lives too far away that I just don’t want to try.
And then there is HER. That GIRL who stole my heart in grade 8, oh why won’t
Untitledrip it out of me brings me nothing but miseryUntitled20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
rip it out of me I don't want it anymore
tell me there is a reason but this pain?
tell me I shouldn't hurt myself again
I want to carve out my heart
with a dull razor-blade
I want to feel the sting on my skin again
an X in the middle of my chest
the blood I need it
Becoming IndependentIt's scary when you realize the person you are dependingBecoming Independent20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
on isn't as strong as you thought but then you realize
that they are just as human as you.
-Me (Charity Smith)
Life is life's greatest mystery Life is life's greatest mystery. Confusing as it may be it's true. It seems like you have such a long time to live but, in the end it really isn't that long at all. Before you know it your life is at an end. The journey is over. For some, however, that time comes too soon.Life is life's greatest mystery21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Life is not something to be thrown away or wasted. It is something that should be cherished. Every day that goes by could be your last. It could be your best friends last. Any one you ever cared about could be gone in a flash. You don't quite realize it until its happened though. Enjoy every moment you have. Don't waste a minute of it.
Even if you can't seem to find the happiness in yourself you can always find it in others and when you do it brings out the happiness in yourself. When that happens you have to capture that happiness and never let it go. Don't make mistakes that cause you to inevitably loss that happiness. Even if you do don't let that s
TerminalThat's the thing about you:Terminal21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A part of me that's hopelessly severe;
because I can't get rid of you.
You stick to the inside of my head,
even at four a.m.
when the shadows on my wall
replay how you kissed me so hard,
we really weren't even kissing at all.
When I fell for you,
I fell so close to my death
that my bones shuddered in my body.
I broke my wrists on the pavement,
my skull bounced right back up.
I hate that I love you;
because you've hollowed out my heart
but it's still so heavy in my chest.
Even patients in cancer wards
know better than to be manipulated
into believing the "I love you's"
It's just a lie
that's going to destroy me
one way or another.
But, that's the thing about you.
If I wanted to go,
I would've left by now.
Not you though--you're terminal.
The part of me that forms and end.
QuizasHola, preciosa:Quizas21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Es raro... tienes tantos nombres y ninguno a la vez. No conozco tu rostro, tus manos, tu aroma ni tu forma de andar y sin embargo sé cuán fascinantes son y la forma en que en ellos me pierdo. En ti, soy feliz.
Te escribo esto en uno de mis peores días, uno en el cual no te he conocido todavía, pero te necesito como nunca. Me haces falta, ¿sabes? Me faltas cada día que pasa y ni siquiera sé si existes.
Deseo que estés pasándola de lo mejor. Deseo que, por ahora, yo no te haga falta como tú a mí, pues no quisiera saberte miserable. Tómate tu tiempo, no corras, llega cuando gustes, te prometo hacer cada día mejor al anterior. Te prometo seremos felices juntos. Si por alguna triste razón te has caído como yo, no puedo esperar al día en que nos abracemos y pueda susurrar en tu oído: "no temas, has llegado, no volveremos a estar solos".
Búrlate de mí si quieres, ya sabrás lo bo