Quotes added on Wednesday, August 3 2011
Best Part of Life...Is Living
Chapter fourteen. Part two.
Michelle’s P.O.VSophia and Granny sit together for another hour until Soph gets up to make some tea for them both. We only drank tea when we were with Granny. We also played Scrabble with her a lot. As Soph is waiting for the water for the tea to boil, she sits on the countertop. Her phone beeps and she slides it open, replies and then sighs.
When the water is ready she pours two cups and puts tea bags in them.
It has to be close to eight or nine o’clock now. I blow a kiss at Sophia and Granny and go back to Daniel.
Daniel is asleep. I go to his bedside and place my hands over his. “Danny… I want you to know I’m here.”
I close my eyes and when I open them… I’m not in Danny’s room. I’m in the funeral home.
Danny is sitting in the back of the room, where he actually sat yesterday.
“Daniel?”
His head snaps up.
“Michelle. Celle!”
“Daniel!” I yell and run to him. I have legs again!
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“She looked around the room,
watching, listening,
at the same time ignoring.
She wanted to say hello,
say anything to him,
but he just looked the other way.
It was in that moment her heart shattered. ”
Are You Still Scared
To Feel Whats So Real, Baby Are You Scared?- - - - - - - - -♥
So i moved.
12 hours to be exact.
and for some people to think moving isnt hard.
ill tell u this.
its like everyone there u loved...died.
and sometimes if ur lucky.
u got to visit to heaven.
and then go back to hell.
12 hours to be exact.
and for some people to think moving isnt hard.
ill tell u this.
its like everyone there u loved...died.
and sometimes if ur lucky.
u got to visit to heaven.
and then go back to hell.
I'll live and let die all the promises you made.
nmf
Confession #5
I wait for 11:11 every night, and then i miss it every night.
it sucks.. i could really use a shooting star/:
it sucks.. i could really use a shooting star/:
Confession #9
I've been told multiple times, "You don't care what people think about you I respect that,". Actually no, this couldn't be more wrong. I'm always worried about what others think. Constantly trying to read their minds about what they think of me. It scares me to death when my friends are at parties and don't invite me because I'm afraid they talk about me like we talk about everyone else. I wish I was invisible so no one could talk bad about me ever again.
nmf
