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Mother screams that i will never be good enough. She thinks i am stupid and useless ,but what will she think when she sees she is an ingredient too in my recipe for death. Despite what my family will tell you i am not in love with death. Can't they see black is just a color? My friends also have a hard time understanding this too. They betrayed me ,so they are in the mix too. I also have lost my grip on reality. I have started to question my existence,faith,importance,and memory. Is this just a dream where i will wake up and find my notebook still empty? If i were to take mom's bottle of sleeping pills would i wake up and realize it was just

Alex and Ethan walked down the dead end road they lived on. Ethan watched as Alex stared into the distance. she was thinking of ways to get revenge on her classmates that picked on the boy beside her. Ethan was thinking of his mother and how she used to keep white roses like the ones that grew in front of the field they were passing. Alex stopped and sat down but Ethan kept walking. he knelt before the rose bush and picked the prettiest one. He walked back to Alex and handed it to her she looked up and said,"your to kind thank you". the boy bushed and sat beside her with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees. "what happened to your hand

we both sit down. this is where you say hello. i don't reply but i look at your masked face. your sunken dark eyes look regretful. i try to reassure you your welcome here but we both know you never will be. your so quiet the other guests fear you like you really are death instead of just pretending for Halloween. you now feel the pain i do. this bothers me and i try to comfort you but my lack of practice in social situations leaves this in vain. i can practically see your heart sink through the floor and to Hell. your pain burns my soul and makes me angry at my family that rejects you so blindly. i lead you to a big empty room to apologize fo

last night i sat outside thinking of ways to message you and so far i have nothing. i keep thinking of you even though it is making me feel rather hopeless. i won't stop because your presence in my mind comforts me. isn't it strange how i protect you but you comfort me and protect me from myself? i really did not want to leave but my mom tends to be a selfish bitch. sometimes i believe she wants me away from you

i love you. i am so sorry i had to leave and i really do miss you. i even miss the things i didn't like about you sat exactly 2 inches to close to me knowing i hate physical contact. i haven't slept in 2 days and i know that if you saw me you would tell me to get some rest. that is another thing i love about you. you care and you don't tell me to sleep because i detest sleep. you just tell me to rest. you always are concerned for my well-being. for example you use your hand to block me from slamming my head into walls. i am pretty sure without you i would have several minor head wounds.

I was standing stalking headquarters as always, just because I was bored and nothing better to do. I heard Matsuda begin to talk and I listened because he always had something comically stupid to stay and everybody else always responded with snide comments. "Near you can't just stay in headquarters all the time!" "Well I have so far haven't I?", Matsuda stormed over to Near, "You will either walk out of this headquarters like the normal person you might be or I will throw you out" "I'm not moving."Matsuda grabbed Near by the arm and drug him out of the headquarters witch caught a lot of attention on the streets of Tokyo. I moved and peered

i will only tell them what they want to hear I'm the professional I've done it for years this is me rings under eyes this is me carrying lies my glass ain't filled with tea instead that's apathy i avoid sleep i will not weep i keep watching fire while my mind does tire your dialogue echos here as my worn sanity tears

I'm okay, just perfect. that's why I'm being so quiet,why i have so few friends, why  I'm not so great at school work. yeah I'm great.