Clock Strikes - Last Journal of 2014More Like This
:iconletter-fplz:inal Journal for 2014
So.... 2014... one of the most fucked up years ever.
But in a good way tho.
Positivism by the bucketfuls of absolute Fucks.
Some given, some not.
Ok, lemme break it down.
This year is/was and isn't/wasn't the best year ever.
Lots of good things happened accompanied by really bad ones. The good made the bad feel worth it, but each time a new bad one came up you just felt like:
But then something good happened and went back to:
Like a motherfucking scale and all (on drugs).
But 'tis was good.
Still no money in my pocket from work, but it could be worse? I could be wasting away by sleeping all day long, waking by noon, staying up all night doing nothing productive aside from gaining a few pounds of pure lazyness likemybro
Regret [Tenth Doctor x Rose Tyler]More Like This
"What do you mean?" Rose whispered, tears swelling in her eyes.
The man called The Doctor lowered his head, not wanting to look her in the eyes. "I mean," he said slowly, hoping his voice wouldn't betray him. "I don't care for you anymore. You are an absolute waste of space and it's best if you just leave." The Doctor spewed out his words, hating himself for saying such awful slander.
Rose couldn't believe what she had heard, she bit her lip as tears trickled down her soft face.
"I'm sorry, I truly am." The Doctor apologized, but the damage was done.
Rose shot him a glare, "You don't need to apologize." She mumbled, "I'll take my leave now." And with those being her last words she scurried out of the TARDIS.
The Doctor watched her as she stormed away, tears now falling from his own face. He didn't mean any of those words he told her. She was the best thing that could have happened to him and for her own safety he had to end what they had.
What did they have?
It was never an official re