A Story of That Girl
by me, E&A.
She couldn't stand any longer.
Her feet caved - couldn't cope.
The scars on her wrist prominent
And the destiny evoked.
The circles around her eyes-
A distraction from the world.
A sleeping pill, an overdose,
And bruises from wishes well
You know she's stronger than you
And think that she won't care
When your words leave scars and ashes
On a memory left for dead.
The masks of smiles disguising
The way it truly kills,
The way she sees herself
And the way she's drowned in pills.
Pointed fingers and mocking laughs
Imbedded in her brain.
At wits end, a fender bend.
Collide, no escapade.
Society and mirrors
Telling her to change.
Thoughts of eternities end,
Reaching the last page.
The ripped up pieces of once-was-pure
And the burnt up pride turned dust.
The knife unclothed and oh-so-close.
Long forgotten love and trust.
The nonexistent ending
To a story not forgotten
Of a girl and her escape,
From the hurt and non-platonic.
One final good-bye to a broken girl-
To a child whose life you ruined.
Do at last you see,
How your words had influence?
*All copyrights*
Guys seriously don't copy this, it's stealing and you've been warned.
Just read and enjoy <3 Thanks.
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Dealing with Dickheads
So, I've had to deal with idiots my whole life.
At home, at school, at church, at groups, at the shops, in Australia, in the world, in the ENTIRE FREAKING UNIVERSE.
And sometimes it's hard to register that there are, in fact, a few non-annoying people left in this haven of humiliation.
But really the dickheads overshadow the good right?
Right.
So I'm going to teach you how to 'Deal with Dickheads'. Although if you didn't get that from the title then you're probably one yourself and if that's the case you're too far gone. I can't help you. #soznotsoz (I'm being ironic, don't hit me!)
Lesson 1
Don't take what they say seriously. They're just immature dirtballs dealing with their own crap and taking it out on you because you're the intelligent one.
Lesson 2
Show them up. Dickheads hate being turned down and hate being proven wrong, so if you do this it might just drive them insane enough to back off. Don't hold me to that.
Lesson 3
Tell people. Whether it's just venting or organizing a synchronized gangsta mob, you'll need to let others know. Sometimes these 'people' with no common courtesy simply need to be dealt with and other people dealing with the same frustration can help.
Lesson 4
Be like Dan Howell. I hope you all know Danisnotonfire, if not get off Blogger and go on Youtube. He will change your life. He is the inspiration for this post and he is the voice of awkward reason in a room full of twats. He is truly iconic.
Lesson 5
Don't be a pussy. Honestly my brother's a complete wuss and look where that got him. Now he's a dickhead too, with a shy annoying girlfriend and mother issues. He also can't watch a horror movie without shitting himself, or talking to my friends without the same outcome.
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
At home, at school, at church, at groups, at the shops, in Australia, in the world, in the ENTIRE FREAKING UNIVERSE.
And sometimes it's hard to register that there are, in fact, a few non-annoying people left in this haven of humiliation.
But really the dickheads overshadow the good right?
Right.
So I'm going to teach you how to 'Deal with Dickheads'. Although if you didn't get that from the title then you're probably one yourself and if that's the case you're too far gone. I can't help you. #soznotsoz (I'm being ironic, don't hit me!)
Lesson 1
Don't take what they say seriously. They're just immature dirtballs dealing with their own crap and taking it out on you because you're the intelligent one.
Lesson 2
Show them up. Dickheads hate being turned down and hate being proven wrong, so if you do this it might just drive them insane enough to back off. Don't hold me to that.
Lesson 3
Tell people. Whether it's just venting or organizing a synchronized gangsta mob, you'll need to let others know. Sometimes these 'people' with no common courtesy simply need to be dealt with and other people dealing with the same frustration can help.
Lesson 4
Be like Dan Howell. I hope you all know Danisnotonfire, if not get off Blogger and go on Youtube. He will change your life. He is the inspiration for this post and he is the voice of awkward reason in a room full of twats. He is truly iconic.
Lesson 5
Don't be a pussy. Honestly my brother's a complete wuss and look where that got him. Now he's a dickhead too, with a shy annoying girlfriend and mother issues. He also can't watch a horror movie without shitting himself, or talking to my friends without the same outcome.
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
What do I call the day I unleash the truth upon you?
Bonjour, Day 2 Blogs and the harsh environment of reality starting to sink in.
I may have to resort to drinking my own urine to survive.
Anyway, on with the blog and out with the socially awkward.
Today I had an astounding epiphany... I believe in the zombie apocalypse.
Now now, you won't be laughin when you're a zombie and I chop your head off with a pick axe because I was prepared and you were not.
It's going to happen, and I'm going to be prepared.
World War 1, World War 2, and now, World War Z.(It's happening and I'm copyrighting, sue me. Actually please don't.)
My vote is on some mad scientist. He/She'll try to create a zombie - make them real, change the worlds fate - and when the government finds out they'll keep it from us, to reduce panicking. But we'll panic anyway, because we're smart and saw that coming. The disease will spread when the Government can't come up with a way to contain it or cure it.
It'll start in America, because that's where it's basically been structured to happen in almost every zombie book, movie, carving, smoke signal and commandment-on-stone I've ever seen. But then it'll spread to South East Asia, then Australia, then the UK, then the rest of the world.
I don't know why I think this is, or why someone would want to create the shouldn't-be-created but I do, and they do and it'll happen, and (as much as I hate to admit it, and as much as I'll be prepared) I'll be the first to go.
I'm hopeless with combat and I can't drive and I have no hot, witty, 6'2 wall of guy whom I'll eventually fall for and help cure the zombie virus with.
I'm doomed.
Unless, somehow a zombie falls in love with me and they start curing themselves, or I meet Tallahassee in all his zombie-killing glory.
The point is, the Zombie Apocalypse is fast approaching and we all need to prepare the dehydrated food and the conveniently placed yellow hummer with the hot, witty love interest rearing to go.
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
I may have to resort to drinking my own urine to survive.
Anyway, on with the blog and out with the socially awkward.
Today I had an astounding epiphany... I believe in the zombie apocalypse.
Now now, you won't be laughin when you're a zombie and I chop your head off with a pick axe because I was prepared and you were not.
It's going to happen, and I'm going to be prepared.
World War 1, World War 2, and now, World War Z.(It's happening and I'm copyrighting, sue me. Actually please don't.)
My vote is on some mad scientist. He/She'll try to create a zombie - make them real, change the worlds fate - and when the government finds out they'll keep it from us, to reduce panicking. But we'll panic anyway, because we're smart and saw that coming. The disease will spread when the Government can't come up with a way to contain it or cure it.
It'll start in America, because that's where it's basically been structured to happen in almost every zombie book, movie, carving, smoke signal and commandment-on-stone I've ever seen. But then it'll spread to South East Asia, then Australia, then the UK, then the rest of the world.
I don't know why I think this is, or why someone would want to create the shouldn't-be-created but I do, and they do and it'll happen, and (as much as I hate to admit it, and as much as I'll be prepared) I'll be the first to go.
I'm hopeless with combat and I can't drive and I have no hot, witty, 6'2 wall of guy whom I'll eventually fall for and help cure the zombie virus with.
I'm doomed.
Unless, somehow a zombie falls in love with me and they start curing themselves, or I meet Tallahassee in all his zombie-killing glory.
The point is, the Zombie Apocalypse is fast approaching and we all need to prepare the dehydrated food and the conveniently placed yellow hummer with the hot, witty love interest rearing to go.
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
Thursday, 20 June 2013
First Installment of Alive and Living
Hey everyone,
So... first blog post! Yay?
I've never had a blog before, in fact I got the idea for one from my friends Brea. (Whose account name is Simply Brea if you want to check her out)
I thought I'd give an idea about what Alive and Living is all about;
I want to connect with people on a deeper, more relatable level. I want people to think that they have some kind of anonymous voice out there saying what they don't have the courage to say. I want to share my experiences and troubles and ideas with the very few people reading this (if any).
Alive and Living is all about what I get up to as a fellow breathing, blinking, living human being and making the most of being 'alive and living'. Although I may be a hypocrite considering I'm sitting in my room by myself, typing a blog no one will read, waiting to be picked up to walk around a shopping centre, just to suppress to the socially norm, for people I don't like. Hypocritical...
Still.
I want to be a voice that discusses what others want to discuss, not just my boring every day life of school, eat, sleep, repeat.
I'm not sure what the protocol of Blogger actually is, but I'll try and post as much as possible, but considering I have a life, I'm writing other stuff, and I spend most of my day sleeping ("Hypocrite," cried the sing song voice of a commenter) it may be a while before I get into a regular posting habit... maybe.
So anyway, this is the first installment of Alive and Living and I'll post when I do.
Love, to bits and back,
Everything and Anything
So... first blog post! Yay?
I've never had a blog before, in fact I got the idea for one from my friends Brea. (Whose account name is Simply Brea if you want to check her out)
I thought I'd give an idea about what Alive and Living is all about;
I want to connect with people on a deeper, more relatable level. I want people to think that they have some kind of anonymous voice out there saying what they don't have the courage to say. I want to share my experiences and troubles and ideas with the very few people reading this (if any).
Alive and Living is all about what I get up to as a fellow breathing, blinking, living human being and making the most of being 'alive and living'. Although I may be a hypocrite considering I'm sitting in my room by myself, typing a blog no one will read, waiting to be picked up to walk around a shopping centre, just to suppress to the socially norm, for people I don't like. Hypocritical...
Still.
I want to be a voice that discusses what others want to discuss, not just my boring every day life of school, eat, sleep, repeat.
I'm not sure what the protocol of Blogger actually is, but I'll try and post as much as possible, but considering I have a life, I'm writing other stuff, and I spend most of my day sleeping ("Hypocrite," cried the sing song voice of a commenter) it may be a while before I get into a regular posting habit... maybe.
So anyway, this is the first installment of Alive and Living and I'll post when I do.
Love, to bits and back,
Everything and Anything
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