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 I sat and stared at the tree, squinting and watching as the light's became glowing stars, and then opening my eyes as they went back to normal. I gingerly sipped some more tea, my head feeling heavy on my neck, weighed down by a million thoughts. The present's had been unwrapped, I had gotten every material thing on my list, there had been laughter, and joy, and smiles, and candy. It was everything Christmas should be. I stared at the clock again and grimaced at its lies. In glowing green letters it read 1:47. This was stupid of me, I should be in bed happy and sleeping. In the morning I would leave for New Jersey where I would face

 I sat and stared at the tree, squinting and watching as the light's became glowing stars, and then opening my eyes as they went back to normal. I gingerly sipped some more tea, my head feeling heavy on my neck, weighed down by a million thoughts. The present's had been unwrapped, I had gotten every material thing on my list, there had been laughter, and joy, and smiles, and candy. It was everything Christmas should be. I stared at the clock again and grimaced at its lies. In glowing green letters it read 1:47. This was stupid of me, I should be in bed happy and sleeping. In the morning I would leave for New Jersey where I would face

                                          Chapter 6                                      Messengers and Heroins   Waverly woke up just before the sun woke with her, her head still on Peter's shoulder, and his head resting on the trunk of the

The Christmas Lament Gifts galore and pretty lights fears out of mind sadness out of sight but not always can we forget our hurt in this time of light {I wish nothing but the best for you this Christmas I wish for your happiness your hand holding hers cheeks red, smile warm keeping cozy in each others arms but even if I stay by the fire its only cold here anymore} People showing love in kisses and gifts and I watch on like the loneliest misfit like Rudolph but this time there's no happy ending for my story, this Christmas but one thing, keeps me humble one thing keeps me from sad that my troubles are not the worst the

I have finally reached that numb feeling the feeling past sadness where everything is so real everything is too much so your body shuts down Numb is a very dangerous place it is a place where there is no pain and thus no regrets it is a place where I will have to do stupid things to feel but I will feel none the less and it will be beautiful and then it will end along with me this is numb this is the void this is the reality of all realitys and I am there.

I listen to the rain and I wonder If its god crying because another soul is darkened twisted unrecognizable beyond his creation - it HAS been possessed by something stronger than his word or his love it has CONSUMED the heart and torn it from the inside out I listen to the rain and I wonder If its the angels crying because another soul cannot be reawakened

Its another foggy morning in the small town where a gaudy house sits and willows weep with dew head throbbing again as I walk out the door in the foggy morning in the small town Head throbbing again as the gravel crunches beneath my feed the bus with screeching brakes stops a small carriage to a dull institute here is where I will sleep off the rest of this NyQuil for my head is throbbing again Here is where I will sleep off the rest of this NyQuil on the carriage blaring tacky music I sip my mug of caffeine another poison in my veins ridding, outing my blood of the elixir while I sleep off the rest of this NyQuil I sip my

 So I'm writing this for the simple fact that I am thoroughly frustrated (…) on the other hand I point out that he's wrong and I don't even know what the hell I'm saying. Forget this, I don't know what delusion gave me the thought that I could ever possibly even get a boyfriend (…) I'm such a moron, I know, I'm a pathetic hopeless romantic, or just plain pathetic. I bet you people see it too, they just try to hide that they know, I bet you he see's it. At some points I can make myself believe that I'm this vibrant, courageous girl but then it hits me soon that I'm not, I'm just pathetic and hopeless and awkward and desperate for lov

Dear Santa...               I don't know how to tell you this... but I am 15 years old, and I still believe in you. I think you're magical, and can make anyone happy, and don't just exist as a marketing scam by stores to sell things for the holidays. I think you're an amazing human being, or spirit, or whatever you are. I just love you.               That being said, what's going on? I know you don't have all the power in the world, but why are people getting so defensive about you? Saying you don't exist and such. I mean...               That's why I'm writing this, actually. I just need something. Anything. A scrap of hair, a silver b