And I'm looking for the right words

to convey the message we bring.

She had always known a story would come of her experiences with that curious boy. In fact she had started one, once, a while back. She suspected it was sitting somewhere in her room, though its precise whereabouts were unknown. Probably suffocating beneath layers of discarded memories. She wasn't too perturbed, it was garbage now anyways. Written in a tongue of sickly hopefulness, rendered obsolete.

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mother

i don't know what it is but i cant stand you anymore. maybe because I've been with you for 6 weeks straight. then i got two weeks of freedom, glorious freedom, and it's hard to come back to living in this house, with you, with whom i now associate all the wonderful memories of arguments that you could never bare to lose, the days spent waiting at each corner for you as you lagged behind inconsiderately taking pictures. my friend told me last night, in alcohol fuelled praise, that you were real. that she had incredible respect for you. and i just couldn't agree. you're real only in the sense that you let us know exactly what is on your mind without bothering if it upsets us. but you don't take the time to listen to me, to consider my opinions, because everything anyone else thinks is completely illogical and a waste of time. you can't grasp that you're views aren't one size fits all. they don't work for everyone; especially not me. You can't...

Sweet Nothings

You know me too well. you break these daily boundaries these walls i tried not to build you pave the way for happiness in other conciousnesess. I had a dream last night. It was beautiful. And all because of you

mother should i build a wall?

all i have to say is why wont this ever end? Every now and then I get down to the end of the day I have to stop, ask myself why I've done it. It just seems so useless to have to work so hard and nothin' ever really seems to come from it. it just never seems to end, its something i need to keep working at, keep it up. i've lost all motivation. i guess i just expect other people to go for what they want and if they want something from me they'll confront me. but i guess people are just like me. i hate this world. i hate humanity and civilization, technology, drama, history, ect. ect. ect.

rude awakenings

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