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grumpy story for a birthday beauty"Hey, you wanna make a channel where we yell at games?"
Abbie Jafari smiled at the old memories, playing Mega Man with her best friend, Kathryn Hanson.
"Fucking--Protoman just said we should go to the forest and burn it. With fire." Kathryn said, giving an intense look.
This tore the shorter girl from her thoughts, making her laugh.
"What a fucking asshole! What are you, fucking, like, Abraham from the bible?"
Kathryn joined in with the laughter, clutching her controller tightly.
"Like: 'Oh, okay. That sounds like a good idea.'"
Both still laughing, the taller one let go of her controller, and threw an arm around Abbie.
"Wh--woah, dude. Calm down." She said the last words with a giggle, but Kathryn continued.
"What? Can't I have a hug?"
"Sure but," She paused, laughing. "but we're in the middle of Game Grumps."
"I know. I still wanna hug."
She got closer, nuzzling the other.
"You're my best frieeeeend."
Abbie smiled, blushing and
Little ThingsI can't help but let these little things creep into my mind.
I let them fester, jump around, and destroy what was mine.
I hate that I can't keep up with history.
I hate that everyone's somehow better than me.
They try, the succeed, and I fail to be,
a good person; a human being.
But I jump back up, like I naturally don't know I'll fall back down.
But I have to know that I am still so young.
I have a life ahead of me; for now I'm free.
Yet chains still grab my wrists.
I am so, so far from bliss.
I whisper into the night,
"When will I be able to take flight?"
It whispers back "Hold on tight. We'll keep you safe, sound, and bright."
So I get up from the ground, and see freedom.
But why, oh, why, can I not get there?
Maybe it's because I'm scared.
Maybe it's because I know I'm not prepared.
For now I'll stay, in my mindless thoughts.
Have wild dreams, chase the things, I know I can never have.
I'll hold mum and dad's hand.
I'll keep safe, in my clan.
more confessionsI get jealous easily.
Pffft--who needs dignity?
Whenever I see someone I'm friends with have a better friendship with someone else, I get very sad. I don't know why; I guess it's because I've had a bad problem with that in the past--my friends would forget me and leave me behind.
I've always loved cross dressing, even though I guess I've never done it.
I make Sam Winchester a total softie who cross dresses, watches cartoons, loves cuddling, treats his lovers/friends/family like princes/princesses, daydreams, draws, sings, writes, and basically everything I think is cute.
If your one of my online friends [Cass, Kimi, Tyler, etc.], don't ever visit me. I'll treat you like a total princess. Oh, and I'll make you take walks with me at night and hold my hand <3
I like writing "Miss Donna Noble" on my hand. Dunno why, though.
I laugh my ass off at video game corruptions.
I like daydreaming. A lot. Also I like being the Sky Princess and wearing a pretty blue dress. Space counts as the sky
Princess Of The SkyA long, low growl of thunder fills up the night air, and she smiles.
The sky was protecting her.
A sharp, skilled flash of lightning cracks at the ground.
She closes her eyes and beams as bright as the flash itself,
The sky was attacking for her.
Long gusts of wind howl and shove up leaves, making trees dance.
She giggles and watches the show.
The sky was entertaining her.
Rain softly patters at the roof of the home that imprisoned her so, but soon turns to hard, loud waterfalls, just to turn back to puddles once again.
She sighs lovingly, looking out the window into the black nothingness.
The sky was showing it's love.
For the sky was hers.
Her eyes were as dark as the night ever since she was born.
She always talked to the stars, as if they were dear friends.
She looks at the moon, for guidance.
She sighs happily in the sun, feeling it give her a warm embrace.
She makes the clouds shape into strange figures with her clever mind, each one not like the rest.
She never took the sky for
confessionsThe majority of my family thinks I'm a artistic, creative, happy girl when in reality I'm a uninspired, sad, train wreck.
I think of ways to kill myself and what would happen when I'm dead almost daily.
I know I'm not special.
I honestly think I'm the whiniest, greediest, rudest, most horrible thing to exist.
I'd ask a lot of things from my friends, but I think it's mean so I don't.
I'd rather stay shut up than butt in.
I think of all my past events and regrets daily. I nicknamed myself "The Man Who Regrets", for the Doctor Who reference and the pure truth.
I love being the center of attention because it makes me feel like I'm worth something.
I'd cut in a heartbeat if I wasn't so scared of the pain.
I've been betrayed too many times, yet I still find the foolishness to trust anybody.
I hate my looks.
I regret almost everything I do.
My mother abuses me emotionally. I've been told to call Child Services multiple times, but I never do.
Kathryn is the only thing that's keeping me sane.
silhouette"I'm sick of the past I can't erase
A jumble of footprints and hasty steps I can't retrace
The mountain of things I still regret
Is a vile reminder that I would rather just forget
The fire I began is burning me alive
But I know better than to leave and let it die"
The girl sighed, sitting back down on her creaky bed, looking at the lyrics she hastily wrote in large letters on her wall.
Looking down on her ink stained hands, she got up again, deciding to put the rest.
"I'm a silhouette asking every now and then
"Is it over yet? Will I ever smile again?"
I'm a silhouette chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home"
Her hands were midnight black by the time she was finished; arms aching and eyes stinging from the hot tears.
She muttered something under her breath, shaking her head and making her hair go into her damp eyes.
"...I'm done trying."
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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