Entities out there that read this post, Please leave a comment or two. I really appreciate the feedback, honest. At least I know that someone's reading my words, although mangled in both language and grammar as it is. A plea, more or less. I am working on somewhat a story, and I may not post as much as I...
I had a dream. Wait no, I dreamed, a dream. Worry not; this anything but a song of a certain French musical - it has nothing to do with someone who had fallen so low, regretting what life would've been. I had this bizarre dream, consisting a car, some policemen, and a girl I know but barely converse with....
After what's been said and done, I think, I may have gone too hard on her. Yeah I know. Everyone told me to stay away from her. She's bad news. No bones to pick with that single statement alone. She was oil to my being of water. She was the capitalist element to my communist ideology. In short, cannot...
What is your take on this situation? What is the meaning behind the email you sent me? Your words. Bleeding with regret and despair and apology. It was enough to make someone like me to reply at all. They reached out with their ink tentacles, draping my iris with its illusion, fooling my brain into a stupor of sympathy...
