Random stories I make

Emotional

This isn't a story it's work I done today bcuz u got bored with my skl work n made it better ig

Felling Embarrassed

I think it's beautiful — the way you show up in the world , unguarded and willing to try again. Even though others can do something wrong and not feel this way. Yet I still don't want to stay, stay feeling like this, why is this emotion a thing ? As we grow older this emotion shows like the cloud on a cloudy day, the tears on a crying child , the fear in a scared teen but they show on the outside yet most of the time this feeling shows on the inside, why? Why does this feeling only show to ourselves this feeling being indescribable to others as to why this emotion is here but as we mature we realize that this emotion can get pushed down and get taken over all you need is a little bit of confidence and a little lesson to learn that no matter what you have a future ahead of you and no one will remember about this because everyone changes weather that's good or bad. At the end of the day no one will remember it so just breathe like the wind.

Feeling Nervous

My heart is beating
Sporadic and quick
My stomach is churning
I feel I'm going to be sick

My head is dancing
Vigorous and angry
If I close my eyes
It might do the trick

If I think of achieving it
My head will stop flying
Yet, it won't stop
It can't stop

I shake my head
Like a ride at a fair
To get the image out of my head
But it won't stop, it's not fair

I'm not ready
I'm not in the right mind
I'm not in my own mind
Where has it gone

All these thoughts
Where has the confidence gone
Where had the old free me gone
Im no longer free

Im just me
I can't stop thinking about what can go wrong
But I just have to believe
Believe in me

And these thoughts
These images
Will stop taking over me
And I can just breathe

No longer anxious
No longer worried
Just do it
And be the at ease free person I was..

Feeling Happy

Being home again
Being free again
Being her again
Being me again

Who am I
I'm the little girl who is filled with joy
I'm her again
And I feel free

After so many years of fighting
Fighting to be that little girl again
To be riddled with joy
To be at ease

To feel loved
To feel heard
To feel known
To feel worried free

To be me
The emotion can come and change
within moments

Memories
Are usually sad
But make them the opposite
Make them this emotion instead

Because this emotion
Is free
Is joy
Is Home.

Describe

The leaves crunching with every movement, the sky numb as gray the overgrown hair on the trees the spiked sticks trying to stab you with hatred. The door broken like an intrude bounced in the deep ,dark ,abandoned ,house . The taste and smell of dampness and swamps overtaking their smell and taste. Anxious with hesitation to go any closer to the rusty house.

The soft crunch of the pale white snow with every step the lifeless trees next to the loud stream of water with no smell or taste just the coldness everywhere, the warm fuzzy feeling of calmness overtaking everything.

Autobiographical

My hands shaking as I stood from my chair getting closer to the front of the classroom my stomach churning my face pale with fear why do I have to do this I stop and as I go to let the first of my essay escape my lips nothing comes out so I ran, I ran out the classroom tears flowing down my face wanting to escape from the world but I hear my name being called and the thoughts closing as I turn around and look at the human screaming mh name walking closer to me bringing me to sit on the floor to breathe as no air can invade my lungs feeling trapped from breathing as they cradle me in their arms my safe person my safe place attempting to give the the feeling of joy but also the complete opposite of sad at the same time the only person that can bring me to feel this way. My treasure. As air start to intrude my lungs and life being brought back into my body I start feeling the opposite of sad as I'm sat in the arms if my safe place my treasure who's whispering sweet nothings into my ear as a way to help me breathe. My person.

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