SOPHIA:
Although I don't know exactly when these dark negative thoughts started, I know the time frame in which these dark illusions magnified and turned into a swarming multitude of unbearable thoughts.
It was after that day. A day I would try my fucking hardest to forget. A day that is buried in my head, a day that plays on repeat like an old filthy broken record.
Ou I LOVE decorated records, and I also love listening to music on record players rather than speakers or ear phones.
Especially head phones EW.
Although, I do love ear phones I just don't like how my ears hurt after wearing them to fucking long.
Like right now, my ears feel like they're being modeled into an earphone bud after hours of being in this car with these soulless robots.
I hope we get there soon.
or not.
They haven't even said a word to me but I haven't said a word to them either so whatever.
Whatever whatever whatever. Moving on.
I really love listening to classical music while I cook and bake.
It makes me feel like a top rich fancy chef.
Better than Gordon Ramsey could ever be. I didn't say anything about his mother tho so don't come for me.
To be honest cooking and baking while listening to the beautiful melodies of classical music is something that helps me shut out my annoying ass intrusive thoughts.
My thoughts from that god awful day.
A day that I dread to say out loud. A day that will haunt me forever.
Boo bitch.
Why does my brain recall every single detail of that day? ..I wouldn't have a clue, but I remember it so vividly it makes my insides cringe.
A Rainbow hammock. The smell of bud light beer. Purple Kid frozen Pajamas.
Ironic that frozen is in my top 5 list of favorite princess movies.
I need a fucking warm hug from Olaf.
I guess my brain is like my own personal hell.
My thoughts are cut short by a book being thrown at my forehead, by my idiot twin brother of course.
Which I not so coolly try to duck by the way...and miserably fail.
Not that I'm uncoordinated or anything I'm kinda pretty athletic. He's just a stupid football player with the ego the size of the hole in my heart and with muscles the size of my face.
I hate his bitch ass.
"Ugh" I huff
I rub my forehead, that now stings like a buttcheek on a stick and pick up the book.
HA! It was the bell jar coincidentally. .
I look up and see his ugly hideous face with a victorious bright white smile.
A smile everyone comes to love.
I turn my head and look outside the tinted window and ignore ignore ignore.
Ha someone just got shit on by a bird.
To be honest I would lose my shit if that happened to me.
FML forever for that guy.
I wish a bird would shit on my asshat of a brother. He and I are basically the spitting image of each other , sadly.
Get it I'm comparing us because I said he has an ugly face..basically calling myself uglyy..? HA.
Just kidding... Well, I'm only partly joking some days I think I'm a goddess, others I think I look like Fiona from shrek.
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Silenced
Romance-sneak peak- A silent moment falls between us and he stares at me intensely like a freakin weirdo. I trace his jawline with my eyes, I look to his pretty mouth, his pretty pink plumped lips and then make eye contact with his pretty blue eyes. He u...
