Honesty. I haven't really decided yet if I like it or not. I mean, it often solves problems and decisions, but not always in a good way. It also causes death and misery, and as you may have understood about me, I focus on the dark and negative stuff. Carlie though, she focused on all the positive things, and when there were no such thing as positivity, she made something positive. She always had it her way, which was always the best way for everyone. She wasn't one of those selfish girls who likes makeup and boys. She liked makeup and boys, but she was the clear opposite to selfish.
I wish I was more like her, positive and happy. Kind and fair, all the beautiful things ever seen. She helped me to stay positive and hopeful when I wanted to surrender. And when she finished her lifecycle, I lost all hope. All hope of making it until the round is over. To win the long, long fight. The only thing I had left was love, lots of love. Love is my fuel, and I need to find a new gas station. That's what Carlie told me to do all the time, to find a new, fairer and healthier station before she shut down. I didn't, I only wanted Carlie's pure fuel. And now I'm here, lost in the dead world without a gas station. I have no map and no GPS, because that is not how life works. Life wants you to figure it out all by yourself, choose to go by the dark moon or the shining sun. I don't know what I chose as I took my first breath, but I'm sure it has changed some million times during this instant lifecycle.
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Black Bird
Teen FictionI wouldn't really consider myself as 'abnormal', but of course, I'm not like any other teenager. I got my secrets, and I'm not willing to let them slip right out of my fingertips, as I let Carlie do, three years ago.
