Who Is The Best And Worst Thing?

Everyone have story in their life. Something like it's really painful that they don't want to share with anyone else and some do want to share because it feels relief when we share our pain to other people. In my life there is both happiness and sadness I've been through. I had read the book The bite of the mango. This book is pretty similar to my life. After I read this book I felt like it's not only me who's been through those situation. It’s beginning with sad, but at the end it’s pretty good. In my childhood, I had a close friend. We grew up together and were friend until we were 11. Since then I've never seen her again until now. Song by Wiz Khalifa- see

I know you said you just got out of a long lived marriage, and you just want to be friends, but I can’t live with that. Whenever I look into your eyes I get butterflies in my stomach just like a young school boy with his first crush. And it isn’t only when I’m with you, that’s the thing, . Every dream I’ve had since the day I met you has been about you, and me, and us. I just can’t get you out of my head. It sounds so cliche but I don’t know any other way to put it. I may not have ever been in love before, and I have never understood what people mean when they talk about love, but if this isn’t love I don’t know what it is. There isn’t anything else it could be, like the way I feel a longing to be with you and the joy I feel about our future. And whatever this feeling is, it’s intense.” Archie was on a full out rant of love for Cinderella but paused when he noticed Cinderella beginning to tear up. “Did I say something wrong?” He continued.

I hold the paper in my hands. It’s crumpling under my grip, but in it I get to live in the footsteps of others. My old dress is wrinkled and torn much like the paper, but I can’t spare the money on a new one. As much as I try to focus on the crinkled piece of paper with scrawly handwriting, I can’t. I just can’t. Tears run down my face and I wipe them away. It has been awhile since I have cried, so long in fact that I was afraid that there was something wrong with me. I push myself up from the old oak I sit at the base of. There’s no use in dwelling in what I can’t change. I fold the paper back in my dress pocket and walk into the field. I used to think there was beauty in the way that the grass grows in the street; standing low next to the

ornery I can handle it because whatever you throw at me I’ll catch. I like how I know almost a lot about you like we have the same favorite colors but in different colors and your favorite bands and your like apple pie which is disgusting and you must be the devil. I remember when we first met or I at least have memories from when I was around you and our conversations about ourselves and what we’ve fascinated with, those were the little things that made me want you and look now I have you. I fall for you even more when you tell me those three words. You’re always on my mind when I wake up and when I’m in bed laying my head on the pillow. I decided to type this out because I have hella shitty writing and this is more neat and I have more space

The worst night came after my mom left us. Why she didn’t take me, I’ll never understand. It was almost as if she’d left me for dead; the result of her absence had an obvious consequence. I wish I didn’t have to take her place, but I did, and now I know how his words feel, stabbing you repeatedly. I know how his hands feel, leaving imprints on my face. I know how her

Dylan, you are my everything. My every single thought. There isn't a second that goes by and I'm not thinking of you. You are the oxygen I need to breathe. Without you, I don't know how I would survive. I need you to survive. Your ever so gentle hands are yet, so strong and make me feel so protected when I'm with you. When you wrap your arms around me, I feel safe. The feel of your soft lips again my skin relaxes me. When I'm with you, I just have this feeling that no one else gives me. When we're together, it's like wee the only two people in the world. You somehow make it so I feel like I'm the most important girl in the world, as if, I'm the only girl in the world. You make me feel like no one else can. Maybe some would say it's just lust, but I know for a

If you saw me how most people saw me, you would be too. But you don’t because you’ve only seen a part of me. You see what I mean?” That killed me. I thought about all the people I used to know. I thought I always did a pretty good job at being myself but I don’t remember at all, I really don’t. If I was less of myself and more of a phony then maybe all the other phonies would like me more, but I didn’t want to be a phony. I wanted to be me. Just then, the girl’s phone rang. It startled me and I nearly fell out of that goddam window. No kidding. She answered it and it turned out her sister and D.B.’s flight wasn’t as delayed as they thought it would be. I could hear the whole conversation because it was so goddam quiet where we were. When the call ended, the girl turned to me and smiled really nice and wide, which amused me. I was never really one to smile at all, but some part of me decided in that moment that I should smile right

I gets up, then I be slippin’ when I be stoopin’ to look inside my mailbox and roots my face in four foot of muddy thick water. I struggles for a mighty long time to gets up. I just sits there in the slop, next to the mailbox, facin’ that road and I be tryin’ to wipe that there mud off my face. That be when I sees them there headlights barrelin’ down on me. I gots no place to hide so I be fallin’ backwards in that there mud. I be holdin’ my breath and I be prayin’ mighty hard for one of them there miracles. I reckon he be hearin’ me cause, I sits up and starts breathin’ again. When I gets that there mud off my face, I sees you drivin’ away. After I wades out of that there mud hole I sees flames gobblin’ up my home and then I be seeing that there truck of yours parked in the middle of my flower garden. Well, by the time I gets here I be finding you sleeping in the

There are times I miss you so much, I wish I could remember where I hid your body. I remember the night, cold and dark. An owl hoots in the distance. If only I could remember where you were. I always liked the night and so did you. Every week we took walks through the forest behind Old Man Smith’s home and talked about what had happened that week. All of that changed once you started dating her. First, you stopped walking with me then you stopped talking to me. In the end, you stopped noticing me in general. I was jealous. I mean who wouldn’t be; you were perfect. Dark hair swept back, tan skin, deep blue eyes. Everything perfect. But she took you away from so I got revenge. I wanted to kill her but I thought of something else that would cause her more pain. After a month of plotting, I realized I didn’t care about you at all anymore, but I still wanted her to pay. Sometimes I regret what I did. She still seems to be happy even though I took you away from her like she did to me. That night that I invited you to walk with me I thought you would reject me but to my surprise, you agreed. Revenge is going to be sweet tonight, I told myself. I went home and put together a backpack. Bug spray, an extra jacket, a water bottle, and a serrated knife went into the backpack. I met you behind the rickety barn on Old Man Smith’s property like we used to. I smiled at you and you did your once cute smirk back at me. You held out your hand and I reluctantly took it. Hand in hand we strolled through the forest. You told your cheesy jokes and I

Waiting in Vain There’s no reason to be scared, so you said All pains and emotions will soon be dead. You will forget me and the things we had Oh, tell me why I’m missing you so bad?

Laetitia, you destroy me so I can't see why I feel so lonely when you and me could be forever, perfectly perfect together, I know. Broken down in my dead bedroom, stuttering to pictures of you. I know that you can always see me, saw you staring through my TV last night. So I'll leave the door open all night, cause you decide if you want to stop on by 'cause you got to know who's been singing that song on the radio, the one that goes. My friends all call me crazy 'cause I stay up late anticipating and planning for the day I sweep you off your feet, I'd never leave you alone. Laetitia, you got my hands shaking. I'm begging you, oh baby, please stop breaking my heart, because I got the feeling you and I will never really get it on. So I'll leave

Aba, I've known you since the first grade, when you crushed that spider (thanks man, I couldn't stand all those squeals) and from then on I’ve been so thankful. You've made me and so many other people so happy, but this isn't about other people so im just gonna focus on you and me. So this is probably going to be long if you know anything about me you know I write a lot. So let's go back to the very beginning.

It’s 3 A.M. And I’m very aware of the fact That the only people who are awake at this hour Are either drunk, lonely, in love, Or all three. I fall into the last category; The pieces of the broken bottle And the pieces of my broken heart Are mixed together, Scattered on the sidewalk But I’m not too worried about where I step right now. I’m walking the city and the lights are so bright

We had a rocky past, and by rocky, I mean brutal. Somehow, there is something about you that will always be attached to me –a piece of my heart that you’ll forever hold, and that I don’t ever want back. Because when you have a connection with someone, it never really goes away.

I thought if I deleted you enough I could delete the pain too. It sounds harsh to try to forget everything we had but you left and I tried letting go. Days of missing you are frequent and long, and they only bring scars.