Her decision

She walked into her room and immediately felt his presence. Even before he flicked on the light she could feel where he was. She was ready for him. She would not be arrows. But would she have enough strength to turn him away? With the strain of her conflicting emotions, adding in addition to their checkered past. Would she be able to tell him no? Or would she give into her emotions, give in to him? Which would she choose? As she took a step toward him, she made her decision. "Get out," she said, "And don't come back. What we have is to damaged, too overrun wiu grief and heartache. Let me go... Let me love."

She stepped to him, kissed him softly on the cheek and turned to leave, placing the engagement ring on the counter as she went out the door and on with her life.

Period Shopping

Walking in to Kroger, my brain says "peanut butter, bread, kool aid"
My body says "salt"
My mind says "only get the things you absolutely need"
My body says "chocolate ice cream"
My mind says "Fuck the-- actually, go with the ice cream"


** It's a work in progress**

I live a life of lonely existence, yet am surrounded by people who "love" me
How is this possible?
Friends have come and gone, school has become a black hole of papers and madness...
How do I go on?
The chill of fall has given way to the biting cold of winter winds
I huddle under my comforter, my dufflebag in waiting
When will the scholarly torment end?!



***Okay, it is a short piece compared to my first one, but I'm running on empty here people! The semester is winding down. If you want more in depth explanation, head over to my other blog***

Let the Fog Consume

Let the fog consume, for there is nothing left of me. I sit here, broken and alone, waiting for all of them to come back, but they never show. They left me here to die, abandoned, friendless. I wish I was dead. Maybe this is hell.

It ended on the day my heart was broken by the man I thought to be my future husband. This was not to be, fore he ripped the rug from under me and said many hateful things to get his point across. Soon after, they all began to leave. Friends and people I considered to be closer than friends left to follow him in his happiness. They left me to wallow in sadness and despair.

How could they do this? We had been friends for so many years, how could this be happening? They feel nothing as they walk away, on with their lives. I miss their friendships. I miss being a part of them, now I am behind the glass, looking upon their successes.

There must be a way out of this disrepair I find myself in, other than finding another. This state of limbo is no longer amusing and interesting, but choking. Solitude is cleansing for a while, but indefinite solitude can kill. I need out. Someone find me please.




---Inspired by Evanescence "Hello"

Semi clearcut view of this blog

Okay, this blog. It's sat empty long enough. What's going to be in this blog is going to be fictional "dumping ground" if you will- a place where I can write pieces of fiction. at some point in the future, it may become a regular storyline, I'm not sure yet. Only time will tell.