Think of This As My Personal Space
Title says all.
Pretty much short stories, personal stories, or poems.
She doesn't know what to do, where to go. She's so confused, sometimes staring at a knife or pain medication, and wishing things would end, staring out the window at the heavy mist hanging from the sky.
She listens through the walls at the screaming that rings through the house, shaking the roof and echoing through the neighborhood, wishing she could comfort her Mother, who sheds tears as swiftly as rain falls from the sky in monsoon season.
She walks through the hallway, tortured with thoughts of her own self being the cause of this, wishing that she wouldn't need to endure the pain of walking past him, and he doesn't give her a glance. Yet they were together, and still are, but he has mood swings, and she's never warned. Then she regrets not leaving him before. It's just abuse through emotion.
And She watches the other him from afar, knowing that he is older than her own self by four years, wishing she could pluck up the courage to talk to him. Then She realizes that this is going against the boy that she is already with.
She comes home amidst screaming, shouting, confusion. She slams the door to her room and leans against the bed, eyes closed, unwilling to let any tears slip past her closed eyelids.
She's sick of crying, tired of trying, she knows she's smiling, but inside she's dying.
She looks out the window at the steady drizzle, almost blurred by the salt water welling up in her eyes, and suddenly realizes:
Life is not waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning to dance in the rain.
And realization dawns upon her tear-stricken face, as she finally figures it out. Other people in the world would do anything for her position, and that she should be grateful for what she has.
She goes to bed, enjoying tearless dreams of the 'perfect' life.
And when she wakes up, she has forgotten all of her troubles.
Until it all comes flooding back to her- all except for learning to dance in the rain.
She doesn't know what to do, where to go.
This is my life.
She listens through the walls at the screaming that rings through the house, shaking the roof and echoing through the neighborhood, wishing she could comfort her Mother, who sheds tears as swiftly as rain falls from the sky in monsoon season.
She walks through the hallway, tortured with thoughts of her own self being the cause of this, wishing that she wouldn't need to endure the pain of walking past him, and he doesn't give her a glance. Yet they were together, and still are, but he has mood swings, and she's never warned. Then she regrets not leaving him before. It's just abuse through emotion.
And She watches the other him from afar, knowing that he is older than her own self by four years, wishing she could pluck up the courage to talk to him. Then She realizes that this is going against the boy that she is already with.
She comes home amidst screaming, shouting, confusion. She slams the door to her room and leans against the bed, eyes closed, unwilling to let any tears slip past her closed eyelids.
She's sick of crying, tired of trying, she knows she's smiling, but inside she's dying.
She looks out the window at the steady drizzle, almost blurred by the salt water welling up in her eyes, and suddenly realizes:
Life is not waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning to dance in the rain.
And realization dawns upon her tear-stricken face, as she finally figures it out. Other people in the world would do anything for her position, and that she should be grateful for what she has.
She goes to bed, enjoying tearless dreams of the 'perfect' life.
And when she wakes up, she has forgotten all of her troubles.
Until it all comes flooding back to her- all except for learning to dance in the rain.
She doesn't know what to do, where to go.
This is my life.
27 Comments
Isn't everyone's life like this? HUGGG Love you Soul, NEVER EVER FORGET THAT.
Thanks, Jen('=
Welcome =)
Even if you aren't in depression or anything.
aww!! so sad!! but brilliant!!
Bi-Polar isn't anything to be racist about in my opinion... I'm pretty sure I have a few other friends who are. Love 'em all anyways.
Yeah, but it might stop people from giving me jobs or admitting me into colleges when I'm older, which is why mom doesn't want it to be on records.
Ah, this is true. Well don't worry, I won't tell any colleges/job places. realizes how dumb that sounded and facepalms You know what I mean.
thanks XD
Welcome!
Dude... I agree with all of your pet peeves.
Soul, I am gonna write you a long message...
pats on the back I'm not gonna say don't worry, because then I'd be a hypocrite. Just know that TG and I will never, ever leave you no matter what happens in your life. I can relate to feeling like there is no hope for you in the world, and all I can say is that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, even if it looks faint and artificial. There is always something bigger out there, waiting for you to find it.
Oh my. That's quite a problem :/. Stupid problems need to take a long walk off a short cliff.
1. I think you should talk to Nick about how he feels about your relationship. Be ready for a sad time, but also don't think that it has to be bad. Be OK with whatever happens.
2. I've never dated, but there is this guy who I have tons of eye contact with who I don't like (I'm pretty sure I don't- he's not Brandon). Just see after what happens with Nick.
3. Don't we all? =P
I think you have a crush on Alan, my friend.
And if you don't like Nick and aren't happy with him, then breakup time.
And Watermelon is an awesome name!
Personally, I suggest talking to Nick about it. Even if he doesn't understand you(believe me when I tell you even boyfriends can be thick idiots) I'm sure it will make you feel better.
I don't think this thing with Alan is that big. I, for one, think love at first sight is a bunch of hocus made up for girls with no lives. Maybe you have a crush, but those tend to stay a while and then fizzle out fast. You don't want to be rash.
Yes. Watermelon would be an awesome name!