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It's hard to swin
in a world so shallow ♥
in a world so shallow ♥
My name is Angela. Have you ever felt that time is slipping through your fingers, like sand? Have you ever felt like you need to just try something new, break away from your small town and just see what else the world has in store? Well, I have. And i have some advice for you; do it. Go do something new, exciting, dangerous, fun, fast, slow, crazy, out of love, ANYTHING...just do it. <3
Keep Holding On <3
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I love you.
I have for two years.
But, I have loved someone else before. It felt like this.
And I eventually moved on. Just like you did for me.
I still respect everything about you. Everything you've accomplished. Everyone you've made better with your kind, gentle heart and you're crazy sense of humor.
But I know everything between us is different.
Sometimes I wish it were different. But what will that do?
Nothing. And I won't do anything either.
You don't know any of this. And you won't.
You'll stay just as happy as you are.
And so will I.
<3
I have for two years.
But, I have loved someone else before. It felt like this.
And I eventually moved on. Just like you did for me.
I still respect everything about you. Everything you've accomplished. Everyone you've made better with your kind, gentle heart and you're crazy sense of humor.
But I know everything between us is different.
Sometimes I wish it were different. But what will that do?
Nothing. And I won't do anything either.
You don't know any of this. And you won't.
You'll stay just as happy as you are.
And so will I.
<3
Love drives my imagination crazy.
"Why is it that if
you try, why do things seem to get f/cked up
even more?"
You asked me that exact
question so long ago.
And I know the answer now.
It's because you didn't try.
And now, I'm done trying to help you, when
you couldn't give less of a sh*t about
me.
Summer Love <3
Bring
It
On ;]
Hold
my breath as you're moving in
Taste your breath, feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don't run,
Just kiss
me
slowly. <3
"What do you do for a
living?"
"Why, so you can pretend you're
interested?"
--- Fight Club
"The things you
own end up owning you.
It's only after you lose everything
that you're free to do anything."
--- Fight Club
I can
overthink someone else's idea to the point
that I can be in the same mindset as them...
But I cannot create my own, original, moving ideas; ones which serve a purpose, or spark a desire in someone else whom would overthink it in turn.
But I cannot create my own, original, moving ideas; ones which serve a purpose, or spark a desire in someone else whom would overthink it in turn.
Prologue
Carter
Staring into the public restroom mirror, I wondered why I could see myself in it. I mean, I knew it had to do with the fact that the back of the glass was painted black, and the light reflects off it instead of through it and so on…but why did this glass see so much more? How could this small circle see more of me than anyone else, or even I could; the dark, tired circles under my eyes, sunken cheeks and weary-lipped smile. My clothes hung loosely on me and I definitely needed some new shoes. No, a job, that’s what I needed. I looked like a hobo, but then again, I wasn’t far from one. It just amazed me how I could look and feel so much older than a 17 year old honors student, and no one ever noticed or cared.
Being an honors student, one would have thought I’d have made much better choices, as I carelessly smoked a cigarette at the bus stop. With me, I had an old, worn knapsack slung over one shoulder and my acoustic guitar over the other. This was the most ingenious and insane idea I’ve ever had, I thought, and it was definitely dangerous too. But, it felt so worth it. It felt more than worth it, it made me feel strong; which is something even the mirror wouldn’t understand.
I boarded the bus and sat in the back corner, opening a book to read. Next stop, New Milford. I flipped through the book’s pages slowly, but my mind was anywhere else. Would I be better off where I’m going, or would everything suck just the same? Would my mom find me? Traveling alone, and hours away from home was risky, but it was better this way. I knew where I was going, and I had faith I could start a better life there. A life that people would consider…a life!
Before I knew it, the bus had stopped and I was dropped off of at the corner of Main Street. Of course it started pouring, washing every happy thought right out of my mind. Sighing, I pulled out a map and held it over me as I sprinted east for about half a mile. I turned down Clove Lane and kept running until I got to a small, white house on the left side of the street. It stood about two stories high, with and old rustic look to it. The small porch was made up of a wooden deck, a small roof, and two beautiful white columns supporting it.
I rang the doorbell and was almost immediately greeted by Cindy Rodgers. Her tall, muscular figure shadowed over me with the most shocked expression I'd ever seen.
“Oh my…Carter? What are you doing here? Where’s your m-”.
“Can I explain inside? It’s pouring.”
Excuse me for caring
about you;
At least someone stayed here for you
when you were kicked into the
dirt.