Script 4

Animal House was shit. Beautiful girls, so sweet, so soft… it’s hard to see where it goes wrong. But it’s not. The music was terrible, slow… trap. People looked bored, plus I broke my mask and shoe (lmao). I saw this girl, she was so cute… the cutest, so adorable, pretty, beautiful, everything you want in girl. When I think of her my heart stops, it freezes me in place. It’s like everything in my life doesn’t matter, only her... only whatever she wants, it’s like I want to live for her… and she doesn’t even know my name nor I hers. I watched as she slipped by me leaving only but a brush of her hand against mine. How I wished to have reached out and grabbed hers. 

I can’t believe I spent 60 bucks on a fucking ticket… what a waste of fucking money. But what actually made it shit was me. I hated the music, the non-existent vibe that was there… or maybe I just didn’t know the right people. Either way I fucked up, I fucked up bad and this resulted in my best friends having the night of their life at another venue, without me… could it get any worse?     

-        This world is broken

Script 3

6:02 am. I’m sitting in my room with the usual. Wondering endlessly at what is to come next. Reflecting on what has come past. Today something came over me. I don’t know what it was, but it was the first time I ever asked a girl on a date. She’s cute, sweet, and I didn’t know how to act. It was first time where I didn’t let any knowledge of her overcome me. I played it by ear and it seemed fine. After prolonged hide and seek we finally met when I was in the middle of the road. She stopped her car and I jumped in the back seat (literally) while she accelerated off. Wow… what an entrance! The night seemed fine. She drove us to a playground in a secluded park while we sat and talked for a couple of hours. I wanted her to like me, but I think I let motive hide who I really was. I tried to be cool…smoking weed and acting really tough (fml)… I hope she didn’t catch on that. It essence it was a good experience. One in which I wish pays off. =)  

Script 2

I have loved you for a thousand years, and you didn’t even know. I worried about you, I thought about you, I searched for you, I found you… So much emotion flowing inside, hidden… I wish you knew. I wish you felt the same way. I walked behind you, You were all I thought about when I was with her… my heart broke. Why didn’t you know? Caitlin.

They may bribe, they may steal (you), but I am not fake, not like them. I am the only, unique, can’t you see? Why can’t anyone see? It is hidden away, locked in the shadows that is my shroud, where I draw my power. No others can contest.  

Script 1

By day I walk a winter’s calm, waiting and watching, a secret to cast

By night dare to dream a summer’s past, for I will surpass such effort, you will not last 

My Anima

“My anima sings, softly and slowly yet rages voraciously and with contempt for her own existence. Underneath, my anima sings with passion and hate not for those around her or those who despise her… but for herself. My anima cries, deeply and loudly yearning for someone to help, viciously grabbing into open air in hope of finding that one hand. A hand that she would trust all that’s left of her life in for the preceding struggle. My anima whispers, why… why does it hurt so much that only perishing is of worth. She whispers… to save her. My anima would not live if she could choose the fate of her own.”

Peer through the glass as the sands flow hours through a rupture spilling on such floors that the very reason of this self-infliction threads on.