Gosh I'm so bad with my family.
I'm so mean to them.
So I'm hiding over here, happily on DA.
I hope no one finds me.
Oh dear, I think my aunt is trying to find me.
*runs away*
-Me


Leter number 1Dear -----,Leter number 1
I really hate you. I really hate you for forgetting me. It wouldn't be so bad if you had really honesty forgotten me, But you forgot me on purpose and you didn't really forget me at all. So I hate you.
I hate you so much I couldn't even type your name. Your nickname really, You wanted everyone to call you be your real name but I never will because you pretended to forget me.
You said "Happy Birthday!" to me on facebook. I wanted to slap you. It was the first time you had talked to me in two years. I looked at our wall-to-wall history and saw al


Go try againWhy are you telling me who I am? You have no idea. Honestly, you don't know me at all. So, because you have no life, you think I'm going to give you mine? Well sorry, you had your chance. You had your life. I am not your second try. I try to be nice to you, but when ever you get near, I close up, get cold, and I get rude. Sorry. I want to be nice to you, but you make it very difficult.Go try again
Family. Meh.


You know me better then myselfOnly you can tell me how I feel. Because only you know.You know me better then myself
Sometimes I wonder if she really loves me. I think it might be a lie. So. How do I get her to tell me the truth?
Just be patient? Wait? Offer her my heart? What if I'm impatient? What if I hate waiting? What if the last time I gave someone my heart, they threw it away?
How do I know this will be any different?
I want to trust her, but she really doesn't trust me. But isn't that what I'm asking? For her to trust me, then I'll trust her? What if we both trusted at the same time? That would involve me ta


GrayWings of Angels, Brushing past you in the darkness.Gray
Understanding, Is something I don't understand.
Looking in the mirrors, That only show us what we want to see.
Wondering, Whats going on.
Hearts on shelves, Unloved.
The tears that never come, Are more beautiful then the ones that do.
I wish I could see you cry, Then I might know.
The snow, Swallows the sound.
The desert you must get through, To make it to the water.
Oh how I love you, Are you letting me?


disjointeddisjointed and my bones aren't making sense but I love your dress and how your face lights up the room, your bad endings in rivers and adjectives that don't connect or paint my world. you look gorgeous in flames all that blue and red, something dangerous that tastes like raw hope and dreams left dangling like new sentences...disjointed
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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A famous artist was asked which of his creations was the best and he replied, "The next."
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I am creating my own style of stupidity. You are welcome to emulate it.
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I am creating my own style of stupidity. You are welcome to emulate it.
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what goes around is all around.
tpb
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...o_#...wHo cAreS?
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