Traveler. Part 1.The road was quiet. The headlights on the beaten up old ford did little to cut the darkness. After twelve straight hours, Harold Carter's eyelids were weighing heavy. A couple of roadside billboards passed. One, yellowed and peeling advertised tourism to 'beaut f l Inn outh' Massachusetts, another advertising a roadside hotel somewhere up ahead. 'Probably a good idea...' Harold thought to himself, watching for the exit.Traveler. Part 1.
Pulling up to the building, he noticed a distinct lack of cars and lights. Shrugging, he walked up the path to the front door. The door creaked loudly and slammed loudly as he stepped in. "h
Rooftop.Look down at the street. Lights. People. Nothing looking back. To be expected. Everyone's got their own issues. Their own little worlds. Doesn't surprise me. Closer to the edge now. Closer still. No reasons to stray. No friends, uncaring family. Bullshit. You never even tried. No friends? How about some effort? No? Tsk, tsk. Don't bitch about your position. Closer still. It's all pain. It'll just get you hurt. You need help. Shit. Look at your life. It's not worth the effort. Of course it is. You can contribute something. Please... Don't do this. What led you here? Nobody really cares. Bullshit.Rooftop.
an introduction.Hello there...an introduction.
I plan on using this entirely for writing. Because writing is about the only thing I'm any good at.
Although I honestly expect nobody to ever read this thing, I'm here because I seek attention. I hold no pretention on that point. I never have a chance to write and actually get any kind of feedback, because, frankly, I have no friends. Reasons behind that should become clear. I'm throughly depressing, I'm generally unpleasant and I've got about as much personality as a fork. I'm also horribly shy and akward. Coupled with depression, that's quite a mix.
As for what's ahead? Zombies. Expect t
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SD: Love is blind. KjR: You ignore the clarity. SD: I want to be loved. KjR: You wish to love yourself. SD: I need her. KjR: You want the you, you are around her. SD: Why is it nothing works out? KjR: You try too hard. SD: Will I find her? KjR: Not if you are looking. SD: Why is it my life always becomes a mess? KjR: You allow yourself to play with emotional fire. SD: Life sucks! KjR: You give it the quality of sucking! SD: Why can’t I live in peace? KjR: You are the one who creates chains with others. &n
Whew. Crickets and dust...
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Everyone feels a certain way for a reason, when you read a persons poem your glimpsing at their very soul.
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Everyone feels a certain way for a reason, when you read a persons poem your glimpsing at their very soul.
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Boo ... Are You Scared Yet?
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