alleyu
I am istrumental. But not right now where writer's block follows me around like an old friend. He trails behind me right on my heels but everytime I turn he's gone. I try to grasp at an idea but alas it floats back to him and I miss my opportunity again.
I was on the sacred ground of the departed. Long since they had walked these grounds, but now I could only hear their ghostly screams and feel the chill of their pain.
she is on the edge.falling apart. she doesn't know which way up is or where she's headed. all she know's is she's on the edge.
it took until her sophmore year in high school to get a guy to even notice her. She was as hopeless as hopeless romantics come. And as the story goes: boy meets girl.
She had convinced herself that she deserved him. Not deserve what he had done to her, but she deserved him because of love.
When someone looks at you like a deer in headlights, you know something's wrong.
Success. What is it? Ask yourself:What have I succeeded in lately? Even if you feel like the most worthless depressed person in the world, you've succeeded in something. You have succeeded in life. You can succeed in just about anything you put your mind to...all it takes is a little imagination. I want to succeed in my high school relationship. I want it to survive far past high school. So far, I'd say I'm succeeding.