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Monday, February 9, 2009 !@#$% 7:48 PM
“Okaeri.” He smiled, his hot breath on her neck. She answered with a moan escaping her lips as he started on the hollow of her neck, making his way up to her pursed lips. He bit her lower lip, successfully gaining entry to her tongue. He was intoxicated. That's the kind of thing I come home to everyday. Something I'd like to happen. Something just made up of my own personal imagination. Something fictitious, the one that I can take for granted because I know, if I lose it, I'd be able to come up with another one. I'm not be a good writer nor am I an excellent poet. But this is what I like to do. The stories I tell may not be real, pretentious you might say, but they are real in my head. Because honestly; this is my only form of escape. Sometimes I feel that I'm taken for granted. But then again, sometimes I feel like I have everything I want in front of me yet I'm not thankful. Because every time I blame others, I try to see it in a positive light and turn the blame on me. If you think that I feel; "Oh, I'm so good. I'm putting the weight of the world on my shoulders.", you're wrong. I know, some people lead a much more dysfunctional life than I do. But I'm not doing this because I want to hurt anyone. I'm doing this because I want to heal the scars that I've given myself. Just realise something, you guys are much more similar than you think. |