<b><p></b> <b>Friend, seeing my wallpaper:</b> hey does that say 'see you then' ?<p/><b>Friend:</b> Where is it from?<p/><b>Me:</b> .. uM<p/><b>Me:</b> there's this, uh, online book...<p/><b>Friend:</b> <p/><b>Me:</b> <p/><b>Friend:</b> u mean fanfic don't you?<p/></p><p/></p>
I feel like crying and shouting and ripping my skin off - no ripping my heart out to stop feeling. To stop loving people. Because I only f**king suffer and I can’t endure this anymore. It feels like the end is coming for me. I have so little strength left. I’m becoming powerless. I’m scared I will become numb. Just so I don’t have to feel all this pain in my chest.
I had walked a lonely road before Now I’m walking on the road I longed for
I am not alone ‘cause you will always be there There’s no more lonesome king, anymore
What sort of view is on the other side of the wall No exceptions, we’re “ALLIES” on this side of the wall We will definitely reach out the summit 'cause we are on the same team Only the strong Remain on the court
I had everything but now I don’t I was scared to face myself, you know
I was blinded in the court but always you were there You never gave up anytime
What sort of view is on the other side of the wall Can you feel there is always Teammates behind you We have no time to lose We rise up every time we fail Only the strong Can reach out to the summit
Isn’t “Defeat” more like a crunch time Should to overcome Whether you can stand up after falling
“I’ll receive it all” He’s shouting out by my side “You are not alone anymore” The voice echoes in my heart “I’ll bring every single one to you” He’s shouting out by my side These legs will ovgercome any walls We will see “The view from the summit”
So every year my school has a mandatory 50s/60s themed swing dance and today was the swing dance. So I’m dressed up in a leather jacket and pretty much look like a greater from Grease or something and I’m dancing with my friend who’s partner ditched her. My friends has never seen supernatural. So we’re dancing, and suddenly a very familiar, painfully sad song comes on. Twist and Shout. I just stop dancing and look at the band. Because here I am, dressed in a leather jacket, on a THURSDAY of all days, at a 50s/60s themed dance. I had to excuse my self to go into the bathroom and cry because it’s Thursday, I’m wearing a leather jacket, the weather is beautiful and my heart was ripped open and torn to shreds by gay porn. My friend thinks I’m crazy.