Two Girls:A Short Story by A

There was once two girls who walked separate ways into this cruel world.
She wears pink, I wear black.
She loves the hot summer as I love winter, aka "Sweater Weather."
She is a daffodil, blooming into spring. I am a dead rose, waiting to rot into the ground.
I pretend to be happy when she is actually full of joy.
She has had over 6 boyfriends, while I have had only....one.
If we were to describe a perfect date, she would say "A dinner or a walk around the beach to watch the glowing sunset."
 I would say, "Absolutely Anything Is Okay With Me. As Long As I'm With You."
Then, we both somehow came together. We both have something in common.
We had him, we had the same boy in our arms.
But, we will never have him again.
Although we come from different ways, we got our heart broken from the same guy.
We pretend that everything is okay when it isn't. The only thing is that she has gotten over him by dating other guys. I haven't even gotten over him, He was my first boyfriend. I actually want a relationship that means something.
So as she walks around with her head up high and her straight hair blows through the wind, I will still be walking slowly with my head down and my fucked up hair everywhere.
We may be completely different people, but he will always be that person we will never forget.
Love,
A.

A Short Poem I Found

When I'm Dead

Everyone will say that I was beautiful.

Everyone will say that I was special.

Everyone will say that they loved me.

But Now When I'm Alive

Everyone tells me that I'm ugly. 

Everyone tells me that I'm just like the rest.

No one shows me they really love me.

So maybe it's better to be dead.

Goodbye.

(It's sad because it's true...)

Love,

A 

My Dark Paradise

Well, At Least It's Vacation. I can finally get away from these over-pathetic assholes who have the attention spam of a peanut. It only sucks since its not that big of a vacation. While pretty much all of my friends spend time with each other, thinking that I don't notice their Facebook posts, I have some really boring things to do alone.
1. I Facebook Stalk All Of These Bitches and Perhaps My Ex/Future Boyfriends..hahaha.
2. I go on Tumblr and constantly look at pictures of my husband Brendon Urie.
3.I go on Pinterest and look up more pictures of Brendon Urie...he's mine.
4. I go on Vine and laugh my ass off.
5. I watch Youtube videos daily. My favorite Youtubers are Watchusliveandstuff, Jenna Marbles, Smosh, Tyler Oakley,Kingsley, Shane Dawson, Tobuscus and many more!
6. I go on this site and I...write this blog.duh.
7.I watch Netflix..Like All The Fucking Time.
8.I like drinking tea and eat my feelings.
And 9. I like to listen to music, look at the ceiling, and just stare out into the world.
Yeah...I have no life. At least I am not with those retards at school, I don't know how they can possibly want to be spend time with each other. It's Vacation Dumbass! I don't give a fuck if  you don't invite me to the mall or your house! That just means you're not my friend.
Wait a minute..That Means..I have no friends...Oh. Well If you need me, I am going to raid my fridge and watch Doctor Who... *cries*
Love,
A

Frozen Heart

The only warmth that can keep me from freezing to death are my tears. 

All because of him.

Today was the day where we would all die from the cold. I guess it was just a simple,ordinary day. Until After School.

I was walking out of that dump, in the freezing cold and I spotted him. 

It was the guy who..dumped me. I saw him looking at me and he was SMILING at me. Everytime my shit stain eyes stare at his beautiful pupils, he usually looks like he doesn't care. He has a habit of doing that. I slightly panicked and went home. Then I started thinking: 

"Why don't we talk?"

"Why can't we date again?" 

"Why do i still like him and he doesn't even talk to me?"

All of those pathetic questions have only one answer: He doesn't give a single fuck about me. HE NEVER WILL. I really want him back, but it's impossible because 1. He just doesn't like me, I can't take it! And 2....Why would he choose me? There are a bunch of prettier girls, I am not good for him. I am a pile of shit compared to all those girls. They have a better chance of having him while I lost mine. 

I can't take hiding all of these feelings anymore. I don't know what to do.

So for the rest of my existence, I will be faking a smile and wiping those tears. Everything would seem ok until I get a reality check. I realize that he will never be mine again. The only thing I can do about it is cry. Why can't I be happy for once in my fucking life?

Love,

A.

The start of something..awkward

After trying miserably to get over the biggest douchebag I have ever met, I was slightly turning normal everyday. It was the start of a new year of hell, or as most of you call it, school. My confidence had boost up, my messy hair got shorter, I got taller, and I guess you can say I was not gross. The last thing I wanted to think about was having a boyfriend. I wanted to be a single, free, independent, young woman. I was perfectly fine.....until he came into my life. This amazing, adorable, guy just all of sudden liked me.  Out of everyone, he liked ME.

So, we became a couple. Who knew things spread like wildfire? Also...who knew love fucking hurts?
Long story short: These girls hated me for dating him and all he said was "Oh don't listen to them, I will always be with you forever." Well, I should've known that 'always' and 'forever' are incorrect forms of expression. Those words shouldn't even exist at all.

Yes, He dumped me.
Yes, I spent the rest of the week living off Ben & Jerry's ice cream and watching The Notebook.
Yes, I still like him.
But No, We haven't talked at all.
No, I don't think he likes me anymore.
I can get over it though. I am going to get over that guy and continue being a single lady.  I just have to not look at him and I can be the happiest girl on earth. Like I always say, Don't Let Yesterday Take Too Much Of Today. Someday we all have to forget about the shitty past. Stay Strong <3
Love,
A.