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BrokenWhen you can cry without making a noise that is how you know you are truly broken. You are so used to crying you have perfected not making a sound. It hurts okay? I’m in pain. My medicine is weak and I’ve been broken by a close friend whom I had liked very much. Though he doesn’t know it I am in tears and I would like to express my feelings through this. That is all. I’m simply used to being broken now and I am sort of done trying. I know I have said this so many times but I finally think this is the last straw. I’m done being the lovable happy person to other people. I can be nice on my computer of course, But when I am at school or if people try to make plans with me. NO. IM SAYING NO. I’m separating myself from every asshole that has ever lived or someone who might become one. I am DONE talking to people in real life. They’ve done so many unspeakable things to me and you know what? THANK YOU!!! For making me so strong that now I can finallyBroken by princess-kim101
|Hi! I'm 101. I have many hobbies but my most favored one is art and writing. It is a good out let for me and it makes me feel good when I am upset. Respect me and you will be respected back I usually get along with most people and try not to be mean to anyone. I usually let it again through writing or art. I tend to blame myself for things even when it isn't my fault and I try to help people any way I can if I can. I usually try to take people's problems and fix them myself because I don't want to see anyone hurt. Besides myself. Which is a problem for me. And I know I shouldn't probably meddle in other people's problems but I like to help. I tend to get a little annoying because I get too hyper sometimes. But I also tend to get depressed. Which is most of the time. I try to learn new ways of drawing so my style is forever changing. XD I don't upload much but i do when i can.|
Movie Extras (Eyeless Jack X Reader) "Go to the bloopers!" Jeff shouted, knife waving lazily towards the television. You sighed, grabbing another handful of buttered popcorn and shoved it in your mouth. BEN groaned from his spot next to you and switched it to the bloopers. There was nothing really exciting or comical happening, to the dismay of you and the killers scattered around the room. About once a month, the whole mansion (minus Slendy) got together for a movie night, typically horror, not that anyone ever minded that genre in this house.ShadowCakeMaker
The television flickered before fading to a black screen as the movie roughly ejected itself onto the floor. "BEN." Jeff snapped, eyes cast in his direction. "I was watching those." BEN shrugged. "Does it matter to me? No!" He replied in boredom, throwing the remote on the table. Eyeless Jack sighed quietly from beneath his mask. "Can you save the fighting for later?" He asked in his usually soft voice. You smiled
That Sad Little GirlThat sad little girl,Reitanna-Seishin
She was afraid to go to school,
For she knew she'd be ridiculed
Like some sort of fool.
That sad little girl
Was also afraid to return home,
For she was yelled at and beaten,
And just oh so alone.
That sad little girl
Is still alive today.
She still remembers the pain,
And it'll never go away.
That sad little girl
Wants nothing more than to die,
But others want her to stay,
So she'll continue living this lie.
Muffins Side Story: The Imprisoned PieMinkie Pie stirred, her little head hurt, and she wondered why she was so cold. Finally managing to open her eyes, the filly looked around and discovered that she was surrounded by such intense darkness, she could barely see her hoof in front of her eyes. The air was heavy and smelled of mildew, and tapping her hoof on the floor, she realized it was solid, cold concrete.Reitanna-Seishin
"Hello?" she squeaked in her tiny voice, which echoed slightly. She began to feel very frightened. "Mama? Papa?" Minkie Pie stood, though her body ached from laying on the hard floor. She wondered how long she had been passed out; The last thing she could remember was eating dinner with her mother and father. She also recalled feeling very sleepy.
Taking a few steps forward, Minkie yelped as she bumped into some sort of rickety, wooden structure. Feeling it, she discovered that it was a set of shelves with a few empty glass jars. Minkie's eyes began to adjust to the darkness just enough for her to make out shapes of ob
The Real YouDay after day, you busy yourself with things that you enjoy, hobbies that make you content, spend time with people who make you laugh. Your friends see you smile and love the sunshine it brings to them, and you yourself are glad you could give them happiness. They see you as someone to turn to when they need to be reminded that life isn't so bad, that there is a way to express joy through the hard times, and they thank you for helping them, even though it seems like you were doing nothing but being yourself. But it was being yourself that spread those smiles to others, wasn't it? A chain reaction caused by the simple act of your own face preforming the ever so contagious grin. They see you as carefree, jubilant, energetic, and nothing seems to bother you. You love when people tell you you've made them smile, and it makes you smile, glad to know that you brought them happiness.Reitanna-Seishin
Then you remember who you really are. You remember that they've never seen the real you. You remember that the