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Monday, March 26, 2007


annoyed
Well im a bit annoyed. ive reviewed like, tons of peoples stories randomly/if they ask me to/me offering to and not once has anyone read mine xD what the hell?! people on fictionpress can bite me.


well, i wrote something really awesome at 3 AM and i suppose since i have nothing to say ill put it here, enjoy to skip over it and just tell me to have a nice day, i dont mind. if you do read it, thankyou, at the moment im in love with it because, well, its just really personally, and its really how ive felt over these years. i call it

"The pressure of demons"
There was this void, deep down, right under my heart, everyday is grew larger and larger, in the end, I just wanted it to take me already, that pressure was just to much. Yet, when it finally exploded, and the pressure was released, I had never expected such a feeling. All the regrets, the jealousy, the confusion, the hate, it didn't consume me like I thought. In fact, its spread, and hid itself in all the dark crevices my mind seems to hold. Weather this is good or not, I suppose you could say at that moment, it was sort of an, enlightenment? my mind was so clear, clearer then I could ever imagine it being, and I realized for the first time in my 17 years of life, what I truly wanted. what my purpose in life was. And right then, I felt I could accomplish it, but there was a catch you see.

I knew, that I would have to face all those memories, all those memories that I should think fondly of, and in a loving way. But to me they were just reminders of what I could never have again. They were truly, Demons I had created within myself. Could I ever really get past them? in that moment, I felt I could, all I needed was faith. I needed to abandon all that was me, shed those hollow layers, those transparent deadly skins I had woven from my mind. I needed to feel what it was like to be naked and raw inside this fiery world of endless obstacles.

Only then, could I build a woman that could face those demons whenever they wanted to come out and play. And only then, can I turn those memories of old friends, and what was once a mother, into a positive energy, that would no longer eat away at my soul. Only then will I stop asking 'why?' and kill myself a bit more because I know, they will never give me an honest answer.


have a great day everyone, sorry i didnt visit.

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