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Wake up. Life isn’t all happiness and positivity. Life isn’t what you want it to be. It’ll never be what you want it to be. It’s a roller coaster, full of ups and downs. 236 more words



I feel empty.

A hollow hole has carved itself into my stomach, and has left me feeling hopeless, alone and wrecked.

I keep telling myself that a smile upon my face will do the trick, or crying and lashing out at those who love me will help me more than anything. 104 more words


The Storm.

Sometimes, you become a mess. It may be the happiest of days, but you just collapse, and suddenly it’s 3 am and your sobbing but you honestly do not know why. 241 more words


Suburban Regret.

You are a storm, confined to the pedestals of your predecessors, waiting to burst and throw your anger at every person who enraged you.

You are a mess of stars, beautiful in the chaos of the sky, in the chaos of your seemingly monotonous life. 86 more words