Autumn
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Y'know, emos do the same, they cut themselves to distract them of their emotional pain. A replacement (instead of emotional, they give themselves physical pain)
neutral To be a professional, distracting yourself with eating or drinking or other bad habits is horrible. It becomes an outlet to escape your problems and sooner develops itself into really harmful regularities that you do everyday.
don't I know it...
I used to stuff like that back in my highschool days when I was very mentally unsound... over eating...cutting... smoking... I don't get the urge to do it anymore... though thoughts of doing it creep back when things get really really bad for me... especially the smoking... it's a blechy habit... don't try it kids! whee so I try and focus on the positive it's just hard. the situation is depressing.
so I find fun and weird things on you tube.. like the scissor sisters || don't feel like dancin'...
domokun Maybe you should do what this Veteran of the war did, he started telling chronicles of his life over youtube. He was greatly appreciated and he felt sound before he passed away.
Maybe you should be inspired to do something, I was feeling depressed just moments ago, and now, I feel terrific after writing:
"Hey, did you see this? I got this when I was this back in 5th grade. Hey, how about this!?" I continued my need to gloat. Just him and me in my bedroom. The sun itself kept our privacy as it tumbled behind those very hills I grew up gazing at the very clouds I envy. The same clouds who travel many times above me, nothing to prove, not needing the attention, yet recieving the very eyes of my peers each time it poured some loneliness in droplets of sadness.
I've already shown him my collections of gratitude I've recieved for all the shows I've sang. Yet, he remains unmoved, his head tilted and his eyes closed while his ears look onward. I continued my pathetic need for his attention and excitement of my glorious achievements.
"Oh, man. I remember getting this way back in--" I was cut short and dryly with his sole comment...
- You don't have to do this, he said openning his transluscent green eyes. A universe of its own. A universe I yearn to prance about.
- Do what? I replied with pure curiosity of his intention.
- Try to impress me, he paused as my heartbeat skipped a bounce, already your beauty intimidates me. He ended with a whisper of gentle and kindness. I could smell the sincerity escape each of his darlin' breaths.
We lost contact after that, or rather I did as my face grew the color of blush and small giggles dripped out of my moist lips. I could hardly contain myself.
An akward moment ran longer than I could possibly count. I didn't know how to react or respond. So he did for me. My hand nearly fell off as I felt his own grab ahold. As if sewn together, our fingers intertwined instantly and I was tugged swiftly next to him at the bedside, my eyes searched for an exit, I didn't know what to do. I was dizzy with joy as our breaths fell into identical notes like a symphony. All I wanted to do now was taste his very smile, only a few measley inches from my twitching face, spazzing with nervousness. I could feel his softness creep into my veins and all became light and innocent as I even began to hear his short breaths come in contact with my own.
I sighed with relief when our eyes stumbled closed. His arms like a castle comforted me with warmth as he closed in.
Time itself ended, and my life began as he pecked my lips and soon after, deeply kissed me...
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