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Category: Writing and Poetry
it's going to turn out to be an awful person, i pray. i beg god that, like you said about the false magician's touch, there are spores starting to grow under your fingernails and that they're drinking up all your energy. how could it call itself that name?? it means nothing to anyone. when you look up, you'll learn that the mold has taken over and you are crumbling now. you'll learn that you canno... » Continue Reading
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A fair warning before I begin: I normally write out of anger due to injustice, when my rage brings me to elitism. I use fanciful language and claw out dramatic similes. Now, I write out of desolation. Now, I write because there is nothing left to do. Now, I fear, my prose will be less skilled than other samples of my work. Please forgive me. My father always tells me how he mourns my potential. As... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I spend ALL OF MY TIME trying to be helpful and I have NO IDEA if it even matters. PLEASE let my giving be the right thing. Please let it help you. Please let it matter. » Continue Reading
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
why did i ever think you would change?? why did I believe it??? i'm supposed to be good at recognizing patterns and yet! i thought this time would be different. i'm so stupid. I'm so naive. I guess I deserve this, then. what does a deer think, when staring into headlights? it finds itself looking into a pair of eyes, much bigger than it's own, their harsh glow reflecting off of the ground. does it... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I am sick and I am starving, I am pale and I am dying. I should be bedridden. I wish anyone, anyone at all, would believe me. My bones are showing through my stomach and my skin is nearly translucent, but no one looks at me long enough to notice. I hear 'I love you' a thousand times a day and yet I am still a child dying on my own. Will you carry me out to the garden, to see the sun one last time? » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I don't even have the energy to write about it. I want to be crushed to death slowly but substantially. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
My dearest, you were given a chance unlike any other. Your lover has ascended. As my longest-standing follower, should you not be the most devoted? You watched your God grow from nothing and were at his feet the whole time. Why, now, do you shy away? I am so disappointed. I want to » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I don't fucking need you. You all think you're better than me but it's not true. You don't matter to me at all, you know. You're just grains of sand. Sure, go ahead. Try and replace me. Find someone else to fill my role. Maybe you will, maybe they'll work perfectly in my stead. But won't you always feel that guilt, that sadness, won't you always feel spurred knowing I moved on so quickly? I don't ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
You do not care. Once again, it is becoming summer, and the call of warm lazy days is fast approaching. I await it eagerly. And yet, as the seasons change so do I. I'm 16 now. I've gotten my first job. I start next month, and I'm terrified. It is nothing so vast and illimitable as a rift from my own humanity, nor so picayune as a dosage of social anxiety. No, this fear is something much, much grea... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I hate my lungs. They ache when I feel like this. I fantasize about mad doctors, about non-human human biologists, about cannibals and sadists unconcerned with ethics. I daydream of them making a practiced, careful incision down the middle of my chest, peeling back the skin and pinning it away with straight-pins. In my mind, they take everything out of my ribcage, turning each dripping, pulsating,... » Continue Reading
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Category: Friends
I feel so stupid, so cliche, so embarrassing. I feel like a blonde haired, pony-tailed cheerleader, getting weepy because her football captain boyfriend took another girl home from a house party. I want to bleed myself completely dry. Ethan was/is a friend of mine who I met online. He introduced me to his incredible friend group, where I formed bonds so healthy I thought I was goin » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Clouded skies. I don't have time for this. You let the fog hang in you, obscuring my vision, and I'm just so tired. It's bothersome, the rain. I guess it's supposed to be an attack, to make me change my mind. The rain is nothing but an annoyance. You expect me to change for you? To change my thoughts to think only of you. The sea does not reflect the sky, it is blue of it's own accord. The sky is... » Continue Reading
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