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I feel like a nobody when I call my friends and they don'y answer. I feel like a nobody when my boyfriend breaks up with me with no real explanation. I feel like a nobody when I have so much to give and I give it all and don't get anything in return. I feel like a nobody when my parents kick me out of my room. I feel like a nobody. I am a nobody.
The rafters of the roof creaked. I straightened up in my bed, blinking away the sleep. I looked out the window, only to see the shining of the streetlights. A shadow passed over the window. "Casper...?" I murmured. And there he was, his paws gently tapping the window to be let in.
I'm not really sure what a decadence is, but I feel like it applies to how I am percieved by my family. I am a decadence on their own lives, a decline in their morals, lifestyle, and image. I am gently being shoved off a cliff, barely balancing myself on the side before tipping into darkness.
Love is eternal. At least, I'd like to think so. Being eternally engrossed with love for another is something that a lot of people dream about, however, there are a lot of people who don't. Is love eternal? Does it even exist?
Is anything really eternal?
Heads, or tales? It's one or the other. Yes, or no. You want him, or you don't. Why is it so hard to choose?
It felt like she was withering away from me, like a snake. As soon as I opened my mouth, her eyes turned dark and her skin was pale. I couldn't think of anything else to do or say, and before I knew it she was gone. She withered away from me like ash in the wind, and I felt like I would never see her again.