ellen
I should really study. I have 3 tests next week. In fact, I have an essay due tomorrow that I've barely started. But I miss my William. I miss being loved. I miss everything I had and gave up. I want to wallow in misery and I want to forget it all. But I can't. So I'm avoiding the reality of my homework for the mindnumbing effect of the internet.
Optimisim is easy when you're happy. It's hard when you're tired and alone and confused and the world seems dark. I'm optimistic, but it's a tiny ray of hope shining in the darkness. I'm hoping beyond all hope, but I'm sane enough to know, it will probably all go wrong.
She had an even temper; stayed calm, cool, and collective through all the proceedings. She never let anyone know what was going on in her head. She seemed so soft, sweet, and understanding. But under the surface of her relaxed features, the tension was every building.
Until
the day
she snapped.
Crept down under the willow tree,
Hid away so the world couldn't see.
I cried my tears on the roots of that tree,
giving it life from the pain in me.
My eyes are closed. I'm thinking about you. About the way your arms feel around me, the sound of your voice, the scent of your hair. I open my eyes, but I'm still thinking about you. I can't get you off of my mind, can't focus on anything else. You're all I want, you're like the air I breather - but you're Not Here. I need you. Please come home.
I'm obsessed.
Center stage. Hit the lights. Shooting star. Don't look out, just face the crowd, and show them who you are. Love it or leave it, don't let them see you cry.
Just be. And be alright.
The dappled sunlight streamed through the jungle branches, dazzling light falling on the forest floor. I laid amongst the needles and fell asleep to the sound of the macaws. When I awoke, it was no longer there.
I left him today. He's gone. Gone from my life. I walked out the door and never looked back, left on an adventure to the farthest corners of the world. No one will miss me and I won't miss them.
Until the night comes and the rains fall. Then I will cry alone.
She wove a tale of love and loss, without a word she wrote a novel, capturing the hearts of all who saw her; hypnotizing them with her graceful movements and the stars in her hair.
I have been driven to the edge. I want change. I want you to KNOW what I need - I'm tired of having to tell you. It seems like it should be so obvious, so why can't you tell?
I don't want you to not be enough. I don't want you to not be good enough. Impress me.
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