Wrong.

There is so much I don't get!
Like how I care about people that don't deserve it, How I always say "no, that's wrong" and how I always get involved.
Not anymore. I don't want to help anybody if it makes me look bad. Not that I care about what I look like because I don't care at all. I just don't get why I say anything...
I'm so bad at just being a friend...I always stick my nose into everything and that's not fair.
Let nature take its course for goodness sake! Leave them be...let them learn...and maybe they won't have to learn because they're probably right. I should always know and never try to shake, that I am always wrong.
So what if the mouse wants to cuddle up in the crocodile's sharp jaw...that's not my business because frankly, I shouldn't care and obviously don't.
No. I do care but when I say I don't care i'm wrong anyways so you could figure I'm really saying I do care.

Fine Line

To me
There's a fine line between fantasy and reality. My version of 'fantasy' can be split into two worlds: the part of reality that I just can't get around to believing, somehow it always shocks me and, the full definition of fantasy; imagination at its wildest, dreams of what I wish would be real, my true desires and the calming comfort I save for times when life becomes the bitchiest bitch of all. The fantasy-reality is chaotic because of its sick pleasantness and false-hope it gives which comes after the bait is bitten. In this 'world' everything makes me happy, but it's only temporary and then it fades away as if after knowing I can have something--after experiencing it--it no longer has as much value. When it comes and starts to pass, I think of my hypocrisy. Selfish, it's so silly, all the times I said I wasn't naive and that everyone else was...but sometimes it isn't always about being naive; it's hope. Fiction is just a charade and I hate its beautiful refuge.

Hmmph.

Boys will drive you crazy.

Life will drive you insane.

School will drive you to be lazy.

Heart-break will put your head in the rain.

Every week a different problem.
Every time a girl cries in the washroom.
All the families break out with more issues.
Separation happens in multiple ways.
Slutty and stupid, useless girls...
now they're clouding up my view of what is real.

My aim is to be different.
It's not always "so easy" when everyone is trying to corrupt your thoughts and everything you do. This can easily be rejected: I just don't listen. I'm stubborn enough that I can stand clear and have a hay day being who I am. Despite if it is not what I want to be. There is enough people in the world that I should not care if one person...or twenty people don't like me.

I know a guy...he loves how I am. He won't say it because...well...he just wouldn't.
He has a lot to learn about me. Or maybe nothing at all.

The Walking Ghost

He's there, you just can't see him.

In fact, he'll be everywhere you've been and where you are now...

you just refuse to notice.

You'll complain about your rarely difficult life

And he'll be there still, way ahead of you

Because his life will always be harder to bare.

You will cry at night for yourself and misery

And he will be crying too, but his pain is greater.

Well, on a night you thought would be magical,

He's living every day off of bleeding and powder

He sees pain and himself suffer

Just so he won't see reality.

Because the reality is,

He has no one and nothing but you,

to remind him why he's alive.

woah.

I'm an idiot, truly.
But at least I'm not uptight.
I pity those who are closed in because they have fear in their eyes but think no one sees.

I'm the one that's there through it all.
I show myself...inside out.
The most vulnerable ones are those that hold back and curl into themselves.
I won't call them ignorant...just unknown, unfound, unloved...
What do I know?
I know that it comes to me...I know it makes sense and so will you.
I'll give you a puzzle but you have to put it together.
I'll give you a hand...but you need to learn to stand.
I will give you a push but you need to continue.
You may resist but it shows me you're crying out.
No one else will listen...so I will.
I'll be taunted and ridiculed but as long as I'm helping I'll put me feelings aside.
I will be a cause, I will need, but to show example of mistake.
I will show it's okay to be yourself and be okay.
As long as you're being yourself, you'll be fine.
No one can control how you feel but yourself.
Being cynical proves nothing to those who know behind your facade.
Negativity is a charade in the grand scheme of things.



Not everyone can practice what they preach, I think, as long as you TRY then you're already in the right place.

Once Upon A Time... The Ugly Story

Once upon a time...
There lived a maiden in a castle where she tended to her majesties' deeds. The maiden was getting older but her energy never ceased, she feared that she would never get married or have a child of her own. At the same point in time there also lived an aged mason whom also tended to the majesties. He was getting older and lonelier and wondered if he would ever have anyone that could soon take over his position, he had hoped to have a son. One night a mysterious figure came floating through the night gaining way toward the castle. The mysterious character approached the King speaking quiet with haste. The King appeared to have much respect for the strange visitor, or maybe just fear. The following morning the King demanded the presence of his two highest servants to the throne. These servants were none other than the head mistress, Genevieve and the mason, Matheous. When they arrived the King promptly announced that the two peasants were to be married that evening. Genevieve then cried out, "Why must I marry to a man I do not know of, and why must it be so urgent?" The Queen slowly approached the pleading Genevieve and took her hand as she said, "It has been requested by a secret counsel that I dare not speak of. It is very important and there will be consequences if you fail your demands." The Queen gave her one last sorrowful look and Genevieve reported back to her quarters. Matheous was filled with confusion, what could it be in that secret counsel that would cause his Majesty to become so vulnerable.

That evening, in a dirty, lesser hall of the castle, Genevieve and Matheous were joined in matrimony. For the last time that night the King and Queen gave the couple their last demand. "You must go forth and conceive a child."The Queen exclaimed. "You will go to the cabin in the forest of Neska and return to your duties promptly in the morning." The King continued with a sense of discomfort. So they got their barings and set off through the forest of Neska. Now, Genevieve and Matheous were not even close to being acquaintances let alone a married couple since Genevieve was not in the slightest bit attracted to him, and neither Matheous to Genevieve. Still, the sorceress did not let this obstacle get in the way, she cast a spell that would envelop the forest with thick fog so that the couple would seperate while she worked her magic.

Next Chapter...to come...