Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and took rest.
A nervous hand ran through her black stringy hair.
Her guts twisted with each tick of the second hand of the clock, which hung lopsided on the near by wall.
Each tick mimicked her heart beat.
Or would he…?
Finger nails lay scattered at her feet.
She could feel her pulse in her throat as if it was trying to escape out of her mouth.
She took in a profound breathe.
Why do I put trust in people?
Why do I let it get to me?
I'm sure this is all just in my head.
But I can't compare to her…
Her palms had become clammy
Her anxious fingers tapped on
Any one can pick up a camera
and take a picture.
But it doesn't make it art.
Focus doesn't make something art.
Where's the artistic value?
I'm not a good photographer
And it's something I enjoy.
I guess thats the main thing.
Things are to complex these days
what ever happened to the days of our youths
where everything was simple
and we never read to far in
I guess you made a deviant art to tell me that hey? thats rather sad. but seeing as you took all that time and effort i thought I best give you the time of day to inform you are a wanker. As is your friend. And her boyfriend. You're childish and pathetic.
I don't care what you think of my mug or what any of you think of my mug or if you think i am fat
for you don't know me never have met me and have no idea what you are saying.
the msg this is replying to is (obviously) hidden by owner...so i dont kno who it is or wot they said, but i'm Betty Black from facebook n just joined DA recently so ive been looking for ppl w accounts thru fb n i just found urs moments ago- n i kno in all certain terms we dont really kno eachother so to speak, but i hav to say- if u need support in this sitch i'm there. u (obviously again) r not fat n hav quite a lovly 'mug', n i'm v impressed w how u hav handled this degenerate...however the offer of support is here if needed.