popkillermiho
You made so many plans. Talking about them as if we'd see each other again. I appreciate your enthusiasm but not the way you put thoughts in my head. Ideas of us actually being together. To think you'd actually want to be with me.
Below the dark cloud is a shadow of a girl. She was once "happy" and positive. What I'll now recognize as ignorance. How could anyone be smiling? Why do other people seem so happy while I am a ghost? Either they're completely oblivious or I'm the odd one.
He was just... bland. There seemed to be nothing extraordinary about him. So why had I wasted so much time on him? So many journal entries, so many thoughts, so much pain for such an insignificant person. Oh, how much power the ignorant can have, and know not what to do with it.
A dozen seagulls flew above as she walked down the empty dock. Just the wind and the ocean, just as she'd planned. The sun was just rising and she took a deep breath of the salty air. It was just what she needed in addition to getting away from the town she'd spent almost her whole life at.
He threw off the blood-splattered apron as he ran toward the door. He tried to grab for the doorknob but he just couldn't look away from the mess he had just made. He wasn't appalled or in shock, he was actually extremely ecstatic. He'd been wanting to brutally murder someone for some time now. There was no way he'd get caught now, he was leaving the country in less than half an hour. He smiled at the masterpiece on the wall that he drew with blood. This was his art, he thought. It's not like he'd ever known the guy, he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The thorns pricked her finger while she picked more of the roses. She'd never seen black roses growing wildly before and couldn't pass on the opportunity to take some. This was the first good thing that happened since she got lost in the forest.
She shut the trunk full of her belongings. There was no place for her here anymore. In her opinion she had no reason to live. Therefore she had nothing to lose. A few months after meeting the perfect guy for her she found out he was a lie. A few months after that she still couldn't forget. She refused to forget him, let him become another guy on her long list. She was determined to make something of herself so he might finally want her enough to come back.
Oh, champagne. What a coincidence this word would come up today. New Years I wanted to think of you instead of who I was with so I got drunk off glasses of champagne. I kissed him at midnight thinking of you. Never again will I be able to drink champagne without thinking about you.
You were the the sun that warmed my thoughts for those few days. Now you're nothing but a glimmer across the ocean.
The words you said are carved into my mind. So I carve them into my arm. I'm so full of doubt, I wake up with my heart hurting. Why are you doing this to me? Am I so insignificant?
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