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My Blue Eyed Girl
You will always be my blue eyed girl. My Blue Eyed Girl She was my unexpected love. Who was she? How did she come to be? What did she feel when she first laid eyes on me? Until this day, I still don't know how she felt the first time she looked at me or how she came to be or who she truly was. All I know is that the first time I laid eyes on those beautiful blue eyes, those "butterfly" feelings you get in the pit of your stomach hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart raced. Breathing was heavy. My brain running wild. Every emotion was just... lost. It was all lost because of her. Those deep blue eyes made my whole world stop. Just for a brief moment, all I saw was her sitting across from and me standing, laughing like an idiot. WHO WAS SHE?
By Abby-Icy Marie8 years ago in Humans
Take It
I was lying there on my back staring at your ceiling. My wrists burned from how tight you'd fastened them to the metal part of your bed frame and I couldn't breathe. I wasn't sure what to do next. I felt nothing. Not the kind of nothing where you're going through a depressive episode and you feel like nothing kind of nothing. I could not feel a single thing. I didn't feel cold. I didn't feel sad. I didn't feel scared. I felt nothing and in that moment I truly got to experience what being dead felt like. It's an empty abyss with nowhere to go and you don't feel a thing, but you keep waiting for something to happen and it never ever does. You just die. You can't hear anything. Every sound collides together so fast that you can't hear it. For a while, I stayed there thinking I was screaming. I started hearing myself repeat the same line over and over and over and over again. "STOP PLEASE THIS HURTS" "PLEASE STOP" "PLEASE..."
By Elizabeth E.8 years ago in Humans
How to Love
How do you love someone instead of worship them? How would I know, I only use people or worship the ground they walk on. It's how I came to be alone with only a few close friends. I used to be the nicest person ever. No one ever hated me, throughout high school I was just the quiet girl that would hang out with you when you needed a friend and not tell a sole what was told to me. I would never start anything and I believed that everyone got what was coming to them, so imagine my surprise when my life was exploding and I was seriously considering not being alive anymore. Well it would be a whole lot easier because I wouldn't have to deal with anything. I would be free from all the pain and misery I brought upon myself. But that would be so unfair to the people I love, even if I did disappoint everyone I've ever cared about.
By Hayli Pearce8 years ago in Humans
Being Single
Being 41 is not easy. I have gotten to an age where I realize I have wasted a lot of my time; time doing nothing that has gotten me anywhere in life. One of those aspects, where I have wasted, is in the relationship department. Not that I am ashamed at being this age and single without any children. But today, it seems we are defined by our marital status and/or starting a family. Seems like those are the only things that matter in life. That is not true.
By James Roller8 years ago in Humans
Your Niche is Your Tribe
This one I dedicate to anyone who has ever felt out of place in life, especially the younger people who are just finding their way. Life can be hard enough when you have the skill set to deal with pressure to fit in, but when you are young or insecure because you can't identify and others verbally say or show you that they refuse to identify with you, where can you turn?
By Margaret Y. Buapim8 years ago in Humans
