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I'm a sick little attention whore, posting way too much about my personal life these past couple days. Right now I happen to have a splitting headache. I'm pissed. I'm near-tears even though I despise everything about crying. Anxiety is gnawing at me. I'm annoying everyone, aren't I? That remark was about me, wasn't it? I'm sorry. I'm done now.
Done.
And when I see you
I really see you upside down
but my brain knows better
it picks you up and turns you around
turns you around
turns you around
If you feel discouraged
that there's a lack of color here
please don't worry lover
it's really bursting at the seams
absorbing everything
the spectrum's a to z
This is fact not fiction
for the first time in years
all the girls in every girlie magazine
can't make me feel
any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone
to call at 7:03
and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
but I know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
this is fact not fiction
for the first time in years
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-wLgr…
Done.
And when I see you
I really see you upside down
but my brain knows better
it picks you up and turns you around
turns you around
turns you around
If you feel discouraged
that there's a lack of color here
please don't worry lover
it's really bursting at the seams
absorbing everything
the spectrum's a to z
This is fact not fiction
for the first time in years
all the girls in every girlie magazine
can't make me feel
any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone
to call at 7:03
and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
but I know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
this is fact not fiction
for the first time in years
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-wLgr…
I am afraid of 26 out of 72 common fears.
[x ] the dark
[x] staying single forever
[x] being a parent
[x] giving birth
[ ] being myself in front of others
[ ] open spaces
[x] closed spaces
[ ] heights
[ ] dogs
[ ] birds
[ ] fish
[ ] spiders
[ ] flowers or other plants
So far: 5
[ ] being touched
[ ] fire
[x] deep water
[ ] snakes
[ ] silk
[x] the ocean
[x] failure
[ ] success
[ ] thunder/lightning
[ ] frogs/toads
[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad
[ ] boyfriends/girlfriends mom
[ ] rats
[ ] jumping from high places
[ ] snow
So far: 8
[x] rain
[ ] wind
[ ] crossing hanging bridges
[ ] death
[x] heaven
[ ] being robbed
[x] falling
[x] clo
Wyld Ponders Old Characters...
Just so all of you know, I've officially changed Marshall's name to Morgead. (From my Dreamcatcher story)(cue everyone but Marashete exiting the journal.)
Anyway. I had a few realizations that I need to type out.
I really love this character.
Like, really, really love this character.
He's undergone so many developments since I first made him. He used to be so flat and lifeless and now he's this witty character with real emotions and a real, non-romantic love for Catcher. He's stayed there with him through hundreds of years of bullshit and doesn't snap until Catcher betrays him entirely.
He's like the Weasley twins and Dean Winchester in
Stars- Dead Hearts
Tell me everything that happened
Tell me everything you saw
They had lights inside their eyes
They had lights inside their eyes
Did you see the closing window?
Did you hear the slamming door?
They moved forward, my heart died
They moved forward, my heart died
Please, please tell me what they look like
Did they seem afraid of you?
They were kids that I once knew
They were kids that I once knew
I could say it, but you won't believe me
You say you do, but you don't deceive me
It's hard to know they're out there
It's hard to know that you still care
I could say it but you wont believe me
You say you do but you don't deceive me
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Flu Shot My Ass Cheek.
Around fifth period today my stomach started to hurt terribly. I got through the rest of the school day and jazz band, though in much pain.
I get home and go straight to bed and dick around on the internet for a few hours, hoping that the stomach ache will go away.
Finally, I realize that if I dont give in and let myself vomit, this will only get worse.
I go to the bathroom, kneel in front of the toilet and wait. Finally that familiar tingling sensation creeps up my jaw and I'm disgusted, but hoping for relief from the pain.
But the tingling doesn't stop, moving numbly up my neck to encompass my skull. The lest thing I remember before pas
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I'm gonna share with you a lesson that I had to learn the hard way, Alexia.
Snap out of it. Plain and simple. I care about you, and I love you. I'll never stop loving you, but there is no way I'm going to let your psyche go this far unchecked.
So, it is with this in mind, I show you the secret to happiness:
Simply don't give two flying (or grounded, whichever you prefer) fucks about what other people say, do, think, feel about you. Because it simply doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is how you make yourself feel. And if you want to feel like this because you have some deep-seated neuroses about what others think, then go ahead. But just know that it will only make you hurt worse.
And if the sugar-coated version didn't hit you, try this tough love version:
Grow the fuck up.
Love you, baby-girl.
Snap out of it. Plain and simple. I care about you, and I love you. I'll never stop loving you, but there is no way I'm going to let your psyche go this far unchecked.
So, it is with this in mind, I show you the secret to happiness:
Simply don't give two flying (or grounded, whichever you prefer) fucks about what other people say, do, think, feel about you. Because it simply doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is how you make yourself feel. And if you want to feel like this because you have some deep-seated neuroses about what others think, then go ahead. But just know that it will only make you hurt worse.
And if the sugar-coated version didn't hit you, try this tough love version:
Grow the fuck up.
Love you, baby-girl.