lilyflutterfae
I find myself at odds with the standards my world has tried to set for me: finish school, go to college, get a job, find a man, get married, have kids, be content. Why do I have to fit in? Do I really have to follow every step and try to be like everyone else. There's a line that I'm not supposed to cross but this imaginary line in the sand only divides us. Let me breathe for once, let me be my own person. Why be stuck in a job straight out college, pressured to find a good enough when I can go to Africa and spend my time wisely, unafraid of what people will think of me and saving the world.
Try to tell me you wouldn't have tried something too. It wasn't my fault what I did. He was the one who came at her, his eyes gleaming with the same sinister quality as the knife's reflection on the street lamp. Something possessed me. Don't you have a sister? Mine's 17 but this one... she must have been barely 14. You just have to intervene when something like that happens, get involved. I just regert my jagged stab towards his gut rather than his neck, the poor girl already had a scar dancing across hers.
Trees. Green and lush, covering every inch of the earth in my fantisies. I'd like a house with so many trees surrounding it that I could have my own little forest. I would climb them and hug them and swing from them. Trees have and always will be the first thing on God's green earth that I wished would never leave my sight.
The room was cool and comforting, isolated by friendly. It was the kind of loft that made you feel at ease, like you were able to lye down in a bed of flowers and not care about the thorns. The loft was unique, and mine.
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