Soft.I don't know what this is. I can't explain how I feel right now. There is this pulling in me, and I swear it's ripping me apart. It wants me to throw up. I want, I need - or I think I need.. which is the same thing as saying I want. I wish? Is that better? Ya, I think 'wish' fits into what I'm feeling. What's pulling at me. No. You. That is what is pulling at me, or the reason behind the pulling atleast. Why are you doing this to me! I just don't understand. I can't think clearly anymore. You fog my vision. I can't see clearly. When I'm not with you, I just feel... uncomfortablee, just wrong. ISoft.
Beasts.Life is kinda a funny thing if you think about it. The way we, as humans work. Our emotions, how dominating our emotions are. For someone to be so drawn to something, so attacted. But it's not always logical, or true. Mostly, we feel what we think we should feel. We love, yet hate, our families. Always wish we were somebody else. Nostolgic of our childhoods, yet scared of our future, and hate what we are in all at the same time. We are green, jealous and ugly creatures. We are all beasts, we are monsters. Our animalistic instinct makes us hungry, angry, anxious for a fight. To tear apart our opponent,Beasts.
Older Man.Have you ever been in love, he says.Older Man.
"Love? I was in love once. I think."
Yes, I would say I was in love once. I was young, very, very young. I was a freshman, freshmeat to highschool. And he was a sophmore. An older man. Oh, what you wouldn't give for an older man, what you wouldn't do for an older man.
Oh, how I thought I had it made, how lucky I must have been. Bullshit. I gave him everything he wanted, I was - for lack of words - his bitch, and he didn't even know it. He took advantage of what he had, what I was giving him. I know of no one else who would have put up with his childish games. &n
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