12:30am I feel nothing. I’m not happy. I’m not sad. I’m not angry. It’s just nothing. Nothing is worth laughing about. Nothing is worth crying over. Nothing is worth yelling at. I just couldn’t care less about everything around me anymore. I’ll do my art projects haphazardly because honestly what’s the point. I’ll talk to […]

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My Eternal Break

Oh, how I long for my eyes to close. For my body to stop moving. For my mind to relax. When will I receive my eternal slumber? When will I rest? When will I disconnect from this life? When will my soul find peace? Oh, how I wish to dream. To dream of fairies, fountains, […]

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The Haze In My Head

Choking. Aching. Tears streaming. Heart hurting. Legs shaking. It’s as if I’m in some sort of trance. My hands are weak. I don’t know how I’m holding my pen and writing. It hurts. Everything hurts. It hurts to think. It hurts to eat. It hurts to walk. Emotionally. Physically. Mentally. I’m drained. Exhausted. Fed up […]

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Chapter One: Complete

I’ve tried writing this down so many times, but every time I look back and reread it, I feel like something is wrong. Sometimes, I’d be too vague. Other times, I’d be rambling so much that I end up with such a messy, incoherent piece. So here I am, one more time, trying to talk […]

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It’s Really Not a Phase

It’s not fair. It’s not fair that I should barely have time to write. It’s not fair that I should spend hours studying for subjects that I couldn’t care less about simply because I want to hold a diploma in the end. It’s not fair that I can’t express myself in any way, shape, or […]

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Her Beautiful Lie

When she saw his face for the first time, she swore that her heart had skipped a beat. His dark eyes reflected the bright light in the room that united the two, leaving a crisp contrast in them. His curls swayed ever so gracefully on his forehead with every step that he took. Time seemed […]

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Back When Things Were Real

I miss the days when things were real. I miss the days when people’s laughs were genuine and when we could believe everything we hear. I miss the days when the only pain we felt was from scraping our legs on the pavement after running for hours. I miss the days when all we had […]

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