silverywhite
The words planted images in her head that the planters perhaps hadn't intended to plant, but she was so easily influenced. To get rid of these images, these impressions, was difficult, but not impossible. She just had to remember that she wanted to know the truth, not rumours and gossips.
In the end, I am the only audience of my work that really matters.
Policy 71. RIGHT. Who ever gave a damn about it? It was funny how the students always found ways around the system, funnier when they THOUGHT they had found a way around the system, but got caught in the end.
The hole in my heart can only be filled with one thing. Only then will I be whole. My heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with, so I wait until that day comes, when I can fully possess my heart.
I don't remember that feeling, but perhaps it was obsession. I felt like I could have been obsessed with FC, and it didn't seem like a healthy obsession. Is any obsession healthy? In the end, I just wanted a little more of FC...just a little.
She flips through her scarves to pick the best one for today. There is a black one that her mother gave her, a red one that's always been her favourite, and a white one that she couldn't resist getting after falling in love with it at first sight. There was just something about scarves that charmed her. Maybe it was its ability to wrap around her and make her feel a bit of the warmth that he once gave her.
"We are going," said the girl firmly. The three words didn't come in the form of a question; she didn't need to ask for his opinion, for what she said was a statement, in it representing her anger, her disbelief, and her disappointment.
His eyes follows the butterfly, and he wondered how they could fly so elegantly in the rose garden. Then a net catches the beautiful creature and it was trapped, no longer able to flutter about the field of blood-redness. What now? He wondered.
Busy bee, flocking from here to there like a popular queen. Secretly she was lonely, and she needed the distraction to make her feel that she was loved, that she fit in. A party here and a party there, yet she was always by herself, even with tens of people around her. She wasn't really that busy - she just felt relieved to be seen that way.
I almost did it again, but I held back this time. After all, how many times had I tried to sever ties with someone I loved so that I wouldn't be hurt again? The result was always more pain - what a stupid thing to do. I will not make that same mistake again.
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