A Letter Letting it All OutDear Everyone,
Hi. If you're prepared to get to know me, then be ready. This is a load. This is me. And this is real.
I'm a young girl in high school.
My parents have been divorced since I was five, and I live with my dad and my older sister. I still see my mom three times a week and every other weekend.
I have three dogs, three cats, a rabbit and a gecko.
I love animals, art, photography, and writing.
I'm sixty-seven inches tall, so 5"7', and definitely on the chunky side.
I like time to myself, but also enjoy taking walks with my friends.
My favorite movie is Bambi, I like to wear black, and my *natural* hair color is blonde.
And I've fallen in love twice.
The only thing is One was a boy. One was a girl.
Huh. Now isn't that strange?
Wasn't I a normal person until I said that? Wasn't I just like any other teenage girl you know or have heard of?
Does me falling in love with a girl, a person that's the same sex as me, make me any less human? Any less of a "normal" perso
20 Days20 days
I had you babe
I fell in love
I lost you babe
It's not enough
Remember the first time
I called you beautiful?
Remember the last time
We said goodnight?
Where did the time go?
I'm losing my mind
You were in my arms, girl
And now we're saying goodbye
Goodbye goodbye goodbye
And it's been hell
Living without you
Is torturing me
Since I've seen your smile
And 20 days
Since I've had mine leave
You said I was your everything?
You said "I'm falling in love"
And, girl, you blew me away
I thought we would make it
And that we'd be okay
But that's not the case anymore
Anymore anymore anymore
So it's been 20 days now
And you haven't called me
I thought you loved me
But you let me fall, babe
Girl I gave my all for you
And you didn't even notice
Now in 20 more days
I'll have forgotten your kiss
Beautiful Nightmare part1(Look for the Edit in the description)
Travis watches the sun set below evergreen trees from his window, huddling his legs to his chest with his chin in his knees. It's quiet in his room, and the silence is almost unbearable.
It's the two month anniversary of Alexander's death.
The thought rushes through his head like a viper's terminating poison and he shakes, letting tears run down his face as he stares outside, trying very hard to blank his mind so that he can get some sleep. The pain is too much, too deep to ignore, and he puts his face in his hands, crying into them like he has many nights before, keeping his whimpers and whines to a minimum so his parents won't hear. He hiccups and coughs, throat sore and swollen from at least an hour of sobbing before with the additional morning cries that prevented him from going to school. It hurts him to cry, but he can't stop himself, no matter how much he attempts it, and the more he refuses the harsher they get a
You're BeautifulShe knocks on the door, and my heart skips a beat.
Oh my god, she's here.
I shoot up from my place on my couch and take a few nerve-wracking seconds to make sure I look alright, running my fingers through my hair and flattening out my shirt, before I reach out to the door handle with a nearly shaking hand and open the door.
She's standing on my porch with an adorable smile, looking up at me with those soft brown eyes, and once again my heart doubles in pace, and all I can do is grin back genuinely.
"Hey," she says as I let her in, and she slips off her flip-flops.
"Hi," I respond after swallowing the anxious lump in my throat.
As she goes further into the living room, I get nervous all over again, wondering if I cleaned enough, if she thinks it looks okay. But she smiles and grabs my new kitten from the ground, letting out a high pitched "aww" and wrapping him in her arms. She looks from the cat to me, with a sparkle in her eye. She sits down gently on the couch and the kitten s