Half of the time I think it’s all worth while, and the other half I just want to give up and never think about it again. There’s something in me that keeps me going, though. Maybe it’s a need to prove myself. […]
The misty, cool, morning air is heavenly. I love mornings like this. If only I could just abandon the rest of the world and live in this moment.
She doesn’t approve of my decisions. I don’t approve of hers either. I wish she would think of someone else for a change.
“Where are your manners!” I said.
He gave me a furious look. “What do you mean where are my manners? I should be the one telling you that. You can’t just come barging in here!”
My whole life was a play. I was acting everyday, never actually feeling the emotions that I showed. I knew the correct props to use. Somehow I got everybody to believe me. They couldn’t see the real me through my lies.
Props in a set make it more believable. And they work that way in life too. We were going to trick all of them with the prank of the year. All we needed now was a fake knife. They wouldn’t know what hit them.
This world can be a sick place.
Everyday we hear about tragic events. From death to rape and everything in between. And we barely even think of it. We just continue living like nothing has happened.
We all do it. Even I am guilty.
Some times it seems that there is no hope for our kind.
We keep living our perfect lives that we think are so hard. Small problems like not getting what we want.
Others are struggling to live or are have already died. Maybe they have lost their family. Maybe they’ve even lost everything they’ve ever had.
We don’t want to believe what we are doing is wrong.
It’s not the world that is sick, it’s us.
I’m trying to make a statement. One that everybody should hear. It would change their lives. They don’t want to listen, though. They want to keep living their perfect lives that have nothing wrong with them. At […]
He was pulling up my lips to see my teeth and my gums. It was sickening. People selling people as slaves. We were treated like animals. In fact we were treated worse. He moved on to looking at my muscles.
I hid my love from everyone. Sometimes even myself.
I knew that I didn’t have a chance. That there was so many other girls that were ten times as appealing as I was.
And that to him, I was pretty much invisible.
Never mind the fact that he saw me everyday. I blended right in to everything else. But I guess that’s my fault, isn’t it?
I was content with seeing him, and listening to his voice. That was enough to satisfy me. I loved every second of it. Like how I loved him.
Never did I try to start a real conversation with him. I just sat there quietly, watching and listening. Observing every little detail that he possessed. Paying attention to all the things he did. Loving everything about it.
There were several times that I thought maybe there was a chance that we could be something more. Those moments brought hope and all the emotions that came along with love. They made me imagine what it would be like to be in his arms and have him hold me.
Then again, more often than not there were moments that it seemed like I would never get what I was wishing for. And I would feel like the feelings that I had for him were just a waste of time.
One day it finally happened. He started dating a girl, and the two were happier than ever with each other. They were a great couple. They’re friends were really excited to see that they had found happiness as well.
I would like to say that girl was me, but I can’t. Instead I was one of the friends. Still while I was happy for them I was devastated as well.
The day that I heard the news was terrible. I barely had the motivation to even talk to anyone. I didn’t even want to look at him for fear that I might cry. For some reason when I was next to him it just made everything worse.
All the hopes that I had were crushed, and my heart was broken.
And so now I wait. I wait for the day that I can mend it. Then I’ll be able to love properly with it. But for now I will continue loving him with all the little pieces.