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First off, I want to apologise. Ranting it not something I like to do, or even feel the need to do. Alright, so I do not rant much.. because I never get that mad. Well here is your warning. Im ranting and Im a b***h. But your lucky, I rant with writing.... though I really wish to just tell 'him' to get out of my face and f*** himself... Im sorry everyone.
Tak is out for blood and murder..

Anyways.. You cant break me. Im a contemporary girl. I do things my way... I am five steps ahead of you and already on my way down.

Contemporary Girl.

a girl stood on the street corner clutching a red balloon and an old, beat-up suitcase.
she was looking off into the distance, above the people and the skyscrapers and the look of determination on her face was so resolute that no one bothered telling her to get out of the way or that she was holding up sidewalk traffic or anything.
she was vivacious, religious, and ready to take on the world.

the dazzling city lights,
the dreary trash- covered streets,
she loved it.

people at work would ask her if she was thinking about ever going home.
she would reply "Home? like with Jesus Christ, my family, and anyone else I love ? I suppose I will go to Heaven whenever God decides that I've been out here away from home for much too long."
they would shake their heads in amazement and try to stop the jolt of sympathy they felt
while she managed a smile.

on the outside she was confidence, beauty, and building a very steady staircase upwards.
on the inside she was empty, excluding prayers and dreams.
she was surrounded by glossy ads and pictures that cluttered the space around her and caused her to look at every item of life with an interrupted view.
they helped her celebrate her eating disorder year after year.

pretty pretty pretty pretty
.....pretty pretty pretty
..........pretty pretty
....an unachievable class

superficial, shallow still
the only words that she could occupy.

She liked to go for walks at midnight.
to breathe, and because in these moments, she felt like she owned the city. owned something.
she would take a few steps humming,
then stop and kick a pebble,
and whisper
"God. God. God.
I'm the worst kind of failure, ruining the most important thing you've given me: life.
I feel like I'm dying.
I've been on my way home for a long time.
I'm just speeding up the process."
things went even faster and she finally left the city.





People like to remember her standing on the street corner
with the balloon and the ambition and the hope.
the girl who looked like she'd had a glimpse of eternity and knew she was it.


I wanted to stay away from her.
I wanted to be her.
I was her.

It WAS me, until I saw JEsus.

Now I'm pretty doubty about the legitimacy of the Catechism, but whatev, mayte. It's all one God...


Takky, heard what happened...need a fluffy hug? A ranting mate? A collection of already broken in lethal weapons?

Got 'em all.

.......................

Jerkface. (mr. evil dude that is)

Well...we looooooooveyouTakkun! heart

SOmuch.

heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart

......jerkfish.

emo

In a way, this could be considered a compliment.

if a teacher asked ME if I did something for real, I'd be like, you think so? mrgreen Well, no...it just came to me, Mr. S, honest.

But if he was a total jerkfish about it, then never mind.

......

*justKirbyofferinganotherviewonthingsdon'tkillme* sweatdrop

I can prove that I did something,

Just ask me, and I'll explain exactly what I was doing/thinking at exactly that moment and what I had to change and what I thought was iffy and what i would have chosen instead.

Amazing, I can remember all that from a year back, writing Ametris for the first time, but I CANT EVEN REMEMBER WHAT I HAD FOR BREAKFAST! gonk