April 2010
March 2010
"I thought that you felt the same and now I feel like a game."
——-Sheryl Ann Padre
Unspoken Stories →
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To make things more convenient, I’ve decided to make a tumblr for my “she” and “he” posts. I also decided to open it up to the public so that others could submit stories as well. Maybe this will lead somewhere, maybe it won’t. We’ll just have to see.
I've decided that today will be a day of productivity.
Get started on the website (which includes working on background, banner, and other graphics), get room clean, get laundry going, get driver’s education started (with Jonathan of course), get AP books ordered, etc. I’m determined.
He threw his fishing line while he waited for his compliments to come.
She shook her head in dismay. What had become of him? What once was a familiar face turned into one that was unfamiliar. He had changed, but this time it was for the worse. Such a beautiful mind turned into garbage. Girls this, girls that. I know this, I know that. I’m cute, I’m not cute. With every word he spoke, he reeled in another senseless girl willing to give him a compliment. In his mind, he was right. In her mind, he was wrong. She saw him as a disappointment. Just another boy to add to the list. How foolish of him to not understand why she walked out of his life in the first place.
The book of faces.
- Me: Dude, he totally f-red (friend requested) me.
- Jesten: That's like a sexual advancement.
She covered her hurt-filled eyes with a smile.
She was enjoying herself. The weather was perfect, and friends were surrounding her. The atmosphere was great. People laughing, people having fun. What an ideal day. Hours passed, and it finally happened. A month had passed by for this moment to happen. She turned around. What a familiar face she had seen. Blood rushed to her face, and she quickly turned around. She could feel it now. That feeling. No, no, not the feeling of it all rushing back. The feeling of “anguish”. The feeling of being broken all over again. She could feel her heart crumbling into small pieces, falling all over the place. She could feel her stomach twisting and turning. The memories flashed through her head, but she disregarded them. She kept her back turned to the familiar face, refusing to turn back. She couldn’t believe she let such a thing happen. She couldn’t believe that the scar was still noticeable. It was what she feared most. Two good friends becoming strangers. Not even a single “hello”.
But she continued on with her day. She covered the scar with a band-aid similar to how she covered her hurt-filled eyes with a smile.
