oliveash
I didn't want to tell you. I thought it would just make you mad.
But you were fine, better even.
Now we wait.
It's too much.
The voices, back and forth.
Please stop!
I can't do
it anymore. No more fights.
It's too much.
Deep breaths.
In. Out. In. Out.
No one's watching, no one's watching, even when they are.
Ignore the whispers. Act. You are an actor, a player, right?
Isn't that why you're always on stage?
SHe was ready. Halloween was tonight and it was time to make a move. His fangs glistened in the deep light of the party and she nearly lost any nerve she had. "Just talk to him" she muttered to herself.
She'd never had one.
Everyday was the same. School, work, sleep.
She longed one day to leave the perfect mold b ehind and see the world, her way. No rules.
Not the sail again.
I'll never get through anything if I keep deleting my posts with the word sail in them. This is try number, what? Four? It's just what I do in life. Put off whatever I can't do and pile on everything easy to look more impressive.
The sail hit her in the haed again. And Again, and again until Mark came over to help her.
"Need some-"
He was cutt off by a stream of profanity wehn the boom smacked her head.
"Yeah. I do."
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