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The drama |
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You cant always get what you want |
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My muse |
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Love is suicide |
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In time |
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Perfect Stranger |
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shattered |
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Mirrors |
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It's not meant to be fair |
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Where is your heart |
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recurring nightmare |
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Old Man |
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It's not meant to be fair
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 Created on 1-22-07
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The music was on trying to drown out the thoughts in her head. It didn't seem to be doing much good. The lyrics sounded as if they were telling the story of her life. It made her sad to realize how depressing things had become. How could she let things get this bad? She shook the thoughts away while changing the song. Maybe something brighter and happier will cheer her up. She knew what she needed more than anything right now was a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to, but it couldn't be just anyone. She had someone in mind, but even the thought of that person made her want to cry even more.
The lost appetite, the losing of sleep, everyone seemed pretty worried about her, but really it was petty. Her problems didn't mean a thing, there were people out there suffering, dying and there isn't a god damn thing anyone can do about it. When did life become so unfair? What happened to the good times, the ones where you didn't have a worry in the world?
The only thing that could make her feel any better was to write all her emotions down. Since she couldn't sleep it would be a great thing to waste time with. She knew know one cared or even read the entries she submitted, but she didn't care, they were there for her mainly. She thought long and hard and then began to type:
We all have to try and remember life is hard, and there's just nothing we can do about it. We can try and just ignore all the bad things and pretend there not there or try to solve them all we can. But still we have to remember life is not meant to be fair. It's full of challenges and usually in the end we never win. We are all losers.Growling at the statement she had just written made her angry. She felt like punching something but she knew that wouldn't help. That wouldn't solve problems. That wouldn't stop people from dying and wouldn't stop her from crying. When she was around people she could always fake a smile and have a little bit of fun, but the weight she carried on her shoulders was always there. It sucked, and she remembered life isn't meant to be fair. She sounded so gloomy when she re-read the words. People would definitely call her emo now. Just thinking of that stupid word, that stupid stereotype made her smile just a little bit. With that thought and seeing she managed to smile she thought it was a good opportunity to go to bed. She decided since she usually thought of something she was going to make herself think of pleasant memories. So she began to think of him and smiled. Eventually she drifted off to sleep. In the morning she would awake and live all the sadness and pain over again.
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Please Login to post comments| On January 22nd 2007 hyang Said : | |
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awwh beautifully written..sad.. |
