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Rated: E · Other · Other · #1702316
I'm well emo.
Words are always spoken but not always meant. But she doesn't lie, she's just metaphorically spoken. She stays up most nights and analyzes things that aren't meant to be analyzed; she doesn't mean to, it's just part of being scared. Scared that nothing is how it sounds and always thinking if there is something more behind the words and actions of the bodies of society, the minds of her friends. Things are always complicated, there's always a reason why, vague answers explain nothing and the unexplained remains unknown. There always has to be an explanation and a reason why for this girl to be happy, not just because. Songs mean so much; they express feelings and thoughts that sometimes are so hard to hear. They have no endings, they always sing. Nothing is always something and something is always there. Never say there is “nothing” there, nothing is non existent in her mind. She finds giving up so much easier than holding on, so that’s what tends to happen most; dreams are slept on, goals are missed. The stars hate her, she never see’s them. What looks like a star is always an airplane, everything is never what is seems, Not all is what it looks like. She’s not who she seems to be, she lives with a disguise. She say’s she can’t act, but all her friends know she’s good at faking. Each day is another scene, and life is a never ending movie. She might be playing a character that’s not her own but being scripted is her worst; she makes sure she’s the director of her life. She tries to edit and cut out scenes, tries to forget people and change things that can’t be changed because whenever she has a chance it gets lost, she regrets and tries to get back the chance and change the past. Living in the moment isn’t overrated; it’s just hard to do. She’s always looking into the past, gazing into the future, finding something to hold on to or something to look for later. Half the people she would like to think care don’t and half the people that say they’re going to be there, won’t. Forever is a mystery and almost always a lie.
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