Friday, October 28, 2011

Silly Love Stories

The high pitched giggles echoed in the morning dew, vibrations noticeable through winter-caressed grass. You decide you hate your life, as your combat boots crush the already dying vegetation. You hate everything you stand for, and you would much rather die than be trapped in a situation you can't get out of.
You want to be loved, but you close up your mind to everyone around you.
It's okay, though.
No one ever appreciates the effort, anyways. You don't have friends, and those who call themselves your friends are the most disgusting of the bunch. At least, that's what you've recently found out.

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