Love and TrustLove and trust
Both are hard things to know, to feel, to experience. One can never be sure of what they are, for they are different for each person to know.
Love is limited by boundaries. Most people believe you can only truly love one person. And, though I respect it, I deem it untrue.
Whether there's something wrong with my brain or not, I don't know, but I have the capacity to love pretty much everyone. There is no limit to my love. It just brings me such conflicts at times.
I wish I could live as who I am without fear that my family would disown me were they to find out. I wish I could be with those I love without running away. I wish I didn't have to choose between love and family.
Trust is something I find extremely difficult. All of my life, I've relied only on myself. Trusting people has only left them dead, from my experience.
But... I want to learn. I'm not running any more. I've given up running. I want to have a future. I want to learn what it's like to survive. I want to l
LifeCome to think about it, my life and what happens in and around it should make me bitter. And sometimes it does. Bitter, twisted, and a vile shade of jealous. I get jealous of people's popularity, their exposure, the fact they get gifts for doing little else other than simply existing, whilst people like me sit in the shadows, getting nothing, and shrugging it off saying it's fine, that's what I do, it's my job, I don't ask for a return.Life1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
But, you know something? Even with all the gifts all those people get combined, I still have more than they have. I have true friends. Friends I can trust and rely on. Friends I can turn to when I'm feeling down. Friends who I can see as friends even when I'm deep in psychosis.
These people are the best friends in the world, and I wouldn't trade them for anything
RunningRunning. Running. Forever running. No stopping. Never stopping. Just running on and on.Running2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I've forgotten how long I've been running for. The world around me is grey and dull, lit only by the terrifying light easily keeping pace with me. Only darkness ahead, no end in sight. My only choice is to run.
I don't know what they are. I don't know what they want. All I know is I have to run. To run for my life, never stopping. Further and further into this dark world I flee, forgetting everything else, driven by my instincts to run.
I'm forgetting who I am. I'm forgetting myself. I'm forgetting why I'm running. But, even then, I don't stop. I don't even stop as I trip, regaining my step with ease.
I'm tired. My whole body aches. But I can't stop running. My step falters as my body begins to refuse to move. As I fall, the light envelopes me, and the world around me fades to black as my eyes close, losing the life I once had.
So much for running
Growing UpI'm gonna be like you, DadGrowing Up1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
You know I'm gonna be like you
For some time now, I've instinctively avoided the song Cat's in the Cradle. I didn't even know why until today.
Today I sat down and listened to it... and I cried. The more I listened to it, the more I cried, like one of those gripping movies that move you and make you cry but you want to watch them over and over again.
Then it dawned on me. I was crying because I was scared. The words of the song scared me - or, more to the point, the story they told.
For those of you who've never listened to the song, it's about a boy whose father is always busy, and the boy looks up to his father and grows up just like him, and ends up too busy for his own family, just like his dad.
My family life is rather similar. Both of my parents are incredibly busy people, but I've always looked up to them for their dedication and efficiency, and wanted to be like them, in a way... and now I am. Just like the boy in the story, I mak
TsutaraitoTsutaraito2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I think it started when I found out she was mute.
We were friends before that, certainly, but that's when I really started to relate to her.
Though maybe I was relating to her before that and didn't know it...
I guess I should start from the beginning, shouldn't I?
My name's Rebecka. At the time of writing this, I am sixteen years old. I attend Moray College, a University of the Highlands and Islands, and am currently in the second year of a set of Digital Media courses that will eventually get me a Games Design Degree, having started at the college at 13 as a 2009 student. I regard myself as fairly short and not at all attractive, with a small chest and I regard myself as fat. I have a brother who turns fifteen tomorrow and a brother who's nearly 3. I live in a small house in a pocket of New Elgin in Moray, a county in North East Scotland. I work a day a week in my family's chocolate shop, packing boxes. I enjoy drawing, writing, singing and roleplaying, as well as gaming and games de
landiddyI see you look a little downlandiddy1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Your face has fell into a frown
What has you so sad, my friend?
Is it something I can mend?
Is it what that person said?
The heartless comment that clearly didn't pass through their head?
Or is the fault lying with me?
Have I done something heartlessly?
You're very very important to me
I always hoped that was plain to see
But apparently that is not the case
Avoiding making you depressed is putting our friendship to waste
I apologise from the bottom of my heart
Perhaps, together, we can give our friendship a fresh start?