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He had been gone for so long… She was starting to feel herself resort to hysterical things. She would wake up in the middle of the night screaming because he hadn’t been in her arms. She was constantly cold, and she refused to see her friends. She wasn’t herself anymore with out him. She had been fine the first couple of months, but after that it had become a slow decline. It was now almost two years with him, and she had been walking around her house, cleaning, watching TV, anything to try to get her mind off of him. Nothing worked, of course, but she always tried. She heard a knock on her front door. She walked to it and sai

I tried to talk, and from there, everything went downhill. Then I started thinking that everything could go away with a pill. I hate fire. I hate destruction.. Why do you have to make it look so pretty? Burning, killing, all so beautifully. Why is it so pretty? I speak, my stomach felt as if it would fall out my mouth. Word vomit. And then  everybody  flies South. Rays of golden sun. The Fire that weighs a ton. I fall in love wit the words that fall from  your mouth. You're beautiful. Shine On.

He’s gone… I don’t know what happened. He never looked sad. He ran away right before I was going to tell him. He ran away from everything, he ran away from me. He ran away…                                                            From life. The one thing that most people would do anything for, he no longer wanted. And I love him. So, I don’t want to live anymore. Not without him. I guess I’ll meet him there.

WARNING:THIS DOES CONTAIN MILD SPOILERS FOR THIS BOOK....SO DON'T GET MAD AT ME. Re-written ending for Maximum Ride by James Patterson There’s nothing in the whole wide world like flying in the early morning, say around sixish. At fifteen thousand feet, I could still make out the colours of cars inching along the New Jersey Turnpike below us. It felt fabulous to be wheeling in the air again, stretching my wings fully, and working out the soreness. We were flying in loose formation, coasting in one another’s air wakes, smiling at nothing. Suddenly I felt sleepy. No, sleepy isn’t the right word. Sick. That’s how I felt,

I solemnly walked into the hole in the wall restaurant that I love so much. I had found it a couple months ago. It was just a quaint little Chinese restaurant with absolutely delicious food. I came here almost every day. I nodded towards the owner, Mark, who I had somewhat befriended over my many visits. I greeted him with a half hearted wave. “Ah, Allyson. Back again I see. You really can’t get enough of this place, can you?” I looked down and shook my head. He smiled, “Well, you’re doing a wonder for my business. All your little friends have started to come here, too.” I didn’t know what he was talkin

I watched the clock intently and, finally, the last bell rang. I rushed to get to my locker and put away all my books. I grabbed my backpack, with only a binder in it, and slung it over my shoulder. Then I snatched my comfortable pitch black hoodie and pulled it on, fixing it over my band t-shirt. I analyzed my black skinny jeans to make sure nothing was horrible on them, and did the same for my converse, then shut the locker door and left. I quickly headed for my bus. I hoped, in vain I might add, that my best friend, Carrie wouldn’t find me on the way there. The hope was in vain because she rides my bus. I didn’t want to see her

Standing there,                 out in the open                 looked upon,                    with no one I’m with       Violent pictures               Forming. Brewing. Creating. ‘start thinking’            &#

Hey. Hey you. Ya, you with the face. I'm talking to you. Do you even care? Seriously, do you? The only reason I feel like I’m still with you is because of your mom. YOUR MOM. What kind of lame excuse it that, huh? YOU have yet to actually do anything to make me feel really special, like I’m really your girl. Besides that ‘cookie’ thing, but you don’t even use that. In fact, I don’t think I really even hear you say my name all that much in the first place. You frustrate me to no end. It’s like one day I like you, and then others I don’t even want to be considered your girlfriend. I’m not ashamed

Fuck it.  I give up.  You try so hard to please people, until you come to realize that you can't.  You can't, you won't, and there's nothing that you can do about it.  So why do you strive to please?  Is it your nature to please?  Is it your way of getting respect, or love, or...what is it that you want?  Do you know what you want?  Phsytzo, Bipolar, or a plain nut case.  What do you call yourself?  You're not normal.  You are angry.  So much history.  So much to tell.  So much pain.  Why have you never told...everything?  Bits, and pieces, and this and thats.  Never, not once, did you tell EVERYTHING.  Can you tell everything?  Do you want t