Hello, O my few blog readers! :)
A girl at our school is going to be moving to New York after the school year. Everyone is making a big deal out of it and everything. I'm not really sure how to react to it though. I mean, we were never that good of friends considering she's the out-going, good-looking, energetic-being popular girl and I'm the quiet, boring, (occasionally-called) 'cute' girl. (Notice how she got 2 hyphenated words, and I only usually got 1 non-hyphenated word.) I mean, she's nice (and her mom is really nice too, my parent's didn't pick me up from school and she offered me a ride. Of course, awkward silence followed), really really nice. It's just..... I don't know her that well. I don't know her friends well. To tell the truth, the only person I know well is me. Sigh... Oh me, oh my. Dear apple pie. My life has gone and passed me by. Perhaps it was all a lie. The days are short, with nothing new. It seems I just can't seem to do, the things I used to. I used to smile, I used to laugh. ........Iusedtomakereallysimplepoemsthatweren'tsodepressingandhadwordsthatwereeasiertorhymewith,notlikelaugh.
Anyway... I wish you all good tidings and success, and stuff.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Unspoken Agreement
I've always felt that there was once an unspoken agreement between all peoples. That agreement being that all people will feel sorry for the ones who act strong, but hide their pains. The others who are quiet and act just the way they feel, they are never sorry for. Thus, the ones that qualify to be in that last group aren't as likely to get over their pains, or fix them.
Unfortunately, this is the way I find the world works.
Too tired to come up with a real good-bye,
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Unfortunately, this is the way I find the world works.
Too tired to come up with a real good-bye,
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Monday, January 24, 2011
Words from the Wise
Just remember kids,
Stabbing yourself in the gut won't help your headache, it'll just make you die.
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Stabbing yourself in the gut won't help your headache, it'll just make you die.
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
This is.. Unexpected
Somehow, I told one of my friends I had a few blogs. Thus, he wanted me to send them all to him. For me, this is truly unexpected. I've known him for awhile, but when we first knew each other, our relationship was... strange. Let's not delve deeper.
So, after he told me he wanted to see my blogs, I was surprised to say the least when he said that he wanted me to tell him every time I posted a new.... post. :D Although I was happily surprised.
So, without much else to say, I bid you adieu.
I'm still surprised,
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So, after he told me he wanted to see my blogs, I was surprised to say the least when he said that he wanted me to tell him every time I posted a new.... post. :D Although I was happily surprised.
So, without much else to say, I bid you adieu.
I'm still surprised,
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Friday, January 21, 2011
It's not.
You know that classic story line where the popular guy's limo fails to show up on time because the driver's wife is giving birth and blahdeblahdeblah... Then a clumsy little girl in his class comes racing out because she would be late for the bus and trips and blahdeblahdeblah. Then the popular guy starts laughing, and the girl is all like, "What da heck, why you laughing at me? You coulda helped me up!" And then blahdeblahdeblah, and they fall in love and live blahdeblahdeblahily ever after.
Well, it isn't a storyline that would ever happen in this small little town I live in (I'd like to call Towntopia for now). For here, in Towntopia, the popular guys hang out with the popular guys, the popular girls hang out with the popular girls. And the popular guys will date the popular girls, and vise versa. Nothing. Ever. Changes. So.... in Towntopia.... -_- Let's just say.... I don't have a chance of getting that awesome guy who hangs out with all my old friends, and boyfriends of my old friends, and new friends, and etc. So.... I guess I'm stuck with my friends who.... cannot be described by words.
Lovingly yours,
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Well, it isn't a storyline that would ever happen in this small little town I live in (I'd like to call Towntopia for now). For here, in Towntopia, the popular guys hang out with the popular guys, the popular girls hang out with the popular girls. And the popular guys will date the popular girls, and vise versa. Nothing. Ever. Changes. So.... in Towntopia.... -_- Let's just say.... I don't have a chance of getting that awesome guy who hangs out with all my old friends, and boyfriends of my old friends, and new friends, and etc. So.... I guess I'm stuck with my friends who.... cannot be described by words.
Lovingly yours,
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Saturday, January 15, 2011
Trapped in a Pure Heart
"Amelia, would you like a ride home?" Sophie's mom offered, but Amelia politely shook her head.
"No thank you Mrs. Williams, my house is close by here anyway," she said smiling.
"Alright, if you're sure," Mrs.Williams climbed into her car, followed by Sophie. The two waved as they drove off. Amelia waved after them smiling, but soon turned and walked back into the church. After she walked upstairs, Amelia went into a small room without a purpose and leaned against the wall by the door. Staring at a cross hanging on the opposite wall, she sighed.
"You've kept me here long enough, don't you suppose? When do I get to roam free again?" She knew the answer to that already. It was when someone recognized she was a demon and freed her from heart. The pure heart that wasn't hers.
"You know this isn't really me," Amelia said, still addressing the cross. "Amelia means crafted from God. That means you made me, and you know that's not my real name either. It's R-" Her curse prevented her from saying her name. "Well, you know what it is. And... my name is also the name of a beautiful, dark bird. Which is why I was called that."
She stared at the cross silently for a few more moments before heading into a room that was more or less for entertaining purposes. There was a big couch at the back of the room that she slept on, so she laid down on the couch and proceeded to do so.
Amelia woke up the next morning with a sharp pain in her chest. She put a hand to where her heart should be and realized something.
"Raven," she said aloud. "My name.... I can actually say it." She was lightly smiling, but grimaced when she felt the pain again. She got up and walked back to the small room again, assuming the same position.
"Thanks, I guess. I dunno what I did to get you to take away that fake heart, but thanks anyway," she looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "But because I don't have my real heart yet, I can't leave this place, huh? Oh well, I'm not quite ready to leave yet anyway...."
Sophie was eating her cereal when her mom walked in to prepare her breakfast. Her mother got herself cereal as well, and sat down across from her daughter.
"Hey, you still okay with only being able to see Amelia once a week?" She questioned Sophie.
Sophie sighed, but nodded. "Yeah, she's been getting a bit stranger lately, but she's still my best friend. I shouldn't judge her for anything, even if she is mysterious."
Mrs.Williams smiled wearily and looked at her daughter. "That's my girl," she said, standing up and ruffling Sophie's hair.
"Where ya going, mom?"
"Just for a quick drive. I'll be back soon."
Amelia, or rather, Raven was sitting out on the lawn of the church when a car parked, and Mrs.Williams stepped out. Raven's eyes widened, but she tried to keep her cool.
"Mrs.Williams! What are you doing here?"
She crossed her arms over her chest. "I might ask you the same thing, Amelia."
"Oh... Well-" Raven fiddled with her thumbs trying to think of an excuse.
"And don't try one of your lies. I know you're not who you say you are."
Raven gasped, and her eye's widened even further as she looked at the woman in front of her.
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"No thank you Mrs. Williams, my house is close by here anyway," she said smiling.
"Alright, if you're sure," Mrs.Williams climbed into her car, followed by Sophie. The two waved as they drove off. Amelia waved after them smiling, but soon turned and walked back into the church. After she walked upstairs, Amelia went into a small room without a purpose and leaned against the wall by the door. Staring at a cross hanging on the opposite wall, she sighed.
"You've kept me here long enough, don't you suppose? When do I get to roam free again?" She knew the answer to that already. It was when someone recognized she was a demon and freed her from heart. The pure heart that wasn't hers.
"You know this isn't really me," Amelia said, still addressing the cross. "Amelia means crafted from God. That means you made me, and you know that's not my real name either. It's R-" Her curse prevented her from saying her name. "Well, you know what it is. And... my name is also the name of a beautiful, dark bird. Which is why I was called that."
She stared at the cross silently for a few more moments before heading into a room that was more or less for entertaining purposes. There was a big couch at the back of the room that she slept on, so she laid down on the couch and proceeded to do so.
Amelia woke up the next morning with a sharp pain in her chest. She put a hand to where her heart should be and realized something.
"Raven," she said aloud. "My name.... I can actually say it." She was lightly smiling, but grimaced when she felt the pain again. She got up and walked back to the small room again, assuming the same position.
"Thanks, I guess. I dunno what I did to get you to take away that fake heart, but thanks anyway," she looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "But because I don't have my real heart yet, I can't leave this place, huh? Oh well, I'm not quite ready to leave yet anyway...."
Sophie was eating her cereal when her mom walked in to prepare her breakfast. Her mother got herself cereal as well, and sat down across from her daughter.
"Hey, you still okay with only being able to see Amelia once a week?" She questioned Sophie.
Sophie sighed, but nodded. "Yeah, she's been getting a bit stranger lately, but she's still my best friend. I shouldn't judge her for anything, even if she is mysterious."
Mrs.Williams smiled wearily and looked at her daughter. "That's my girl," she said, standing up and ruffling Sophie's hair.
"Where ya going, mom?"
"Just for a quick drive. I'll be back soon."
Amelia, or rather, Raven was sitting out on the lawn of the church when a car parked, and Mrs.Williams stepped out. Raven's eyes widened, but she tried to keep her cool.
"Mrs.Williams! What are you doing here?"
She crossed her arms over her chest. "I might ask you the same thing, Amelia."
"Oh... Well-" Raven fiddled with her thumbs trying to think of an excuse.
"And don't try one of your lies. I know you're not who you say you are."
Raven gasped, and her eye's widened even further as she looked at the woman in front of her.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Meh...
Dear Diary,
Our school was good last year. Yeah, not just good, terrific! But this year, it was just plain stupid. Today was a snow day. Do we get to hang out and have fun? No. Do we get to work on stupid stuff we don't need to be working on? Yes. I hate it, oh so much. Farewell then, my pretties. I'm sure your day was better than mine.
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Our school was good last year. Yeah, not just good, terrific! But this year, it was just plain stupid. Today was a snow day. Do we get to hang out and have fun? No. Do we get to work on stupid stuff we don't need to be working on? Yes. I hate it, oh so much. Farewell then, my pretties. I'm sure your day was better than mine.
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Heeeeeeey
I dunno why I'm posting this. Just to post it? Meh, Oh well. Loves ya!
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P.S. Ugh. Why do boys like me? Can anyone maybe answer this in the comments?
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P.S. Ugh. Why do boys like me? Can anyone maybe answer this in the comments?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Blogging :-\
I might be obsessed with blogging.
Because everyday I check if I have comments, and I post new entries all the time. Oy Vey, what's wrong with me? Is it wrong? I have no real life... T^T I'm digital! Totally digital!
Meh,
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Because everyday I check if I have comments, and I post new entries all the time. Oy Vey, what's wrong with me? Is it wrong? I have no real life... T^T I'm digital! Totally digital!
Meh,
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