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DAY SIX:

Today was a lovely day. I’m loving Burton, which is suprising me. We had stretch class in dance this morning and it felt remarkable, although I could hear all sorts of bones n’ whatnot crackin’ away. Algebra was good, I’m so glad I have the class I do. English was okay too. Then I secretly saw my friends after schoool…can’t tell how I feel about some things but whatever. I’m just annoyed that my internet is working, but I got a chance to write in my classes today. I’ll probably be posting them soon. I’m starting to feel really different…it’s a long story.

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hellyeahdavidbowie:

who ever took this is very lucky !

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— 2 months ago with 41 notesThis divulgence of truth, truth and love is earth shattering for me to give. I wait with bated breath for any whisper of reciprocated feelings as your mouth gently peels itself apart, giving way to your words coming out so slowly but each filled with a fist, a fist that drove itself in to my gut with a force, a driven force that made an undeniable impact. I could no longer hold my breath or hold back my genuine and explosive emotions. I thought I would fall to my knees, maybe cry, but I only let a smile spread across my face. Despite feeling like I had showed more emotion than I had in years, the truth is that I wasn’t, because I knew. “I love you,” you said to me. The world seemed to have been lifted off of my shoulders but suddenly, instead, a weight was put on my heart. You see, lies are a terrific, terrific thing for a time. They are something to hold on to, they are plugs to fill your cracked heart. However, lies are lies. Lies will ultimately destroy you. Those cracks and holes will never be truly filled or fixed, because what is broken cannot ever be fully mended. When it comes to lies though, they will be torn apart like the seam to the shirt he once used to rip off of your body with what you thought was passion, when it was only lust for skin, lust for some kind of attention they felt they were lacking but were entitled to. Lust that you thought was love, love that was never real. So lies…are beautiful, they are beautiful but devilish creatures.