What's the saddest word in the English language"
"almost"
"why?"
"I was almost good enough. He was almost in love with me. She almost survived. We almost made it" - not mine
I've started seeing the deeper meaning to all words. It's something that I've never fully noticed before until today. I don't know what made today any special then the previous days but I'm glad it was. I started doubting that anything can be special. Because if there are too many things special then what makes the unspecial not special. Sometimes I don't make sense to. Sometimes I feel myself not making sense. And yet most of the time I enjoy not making sense.
I've realized that I prefer putting my words onto paper... Words that I can't express or explain. When it's on paper for my eyes only why do I need to explain it anyway? . Some artists paint their emotions with just color and random lines... Why can't my random words not have the same expression.
When I found the above quote. It made me starting thinking(which for me... Is dangerous) much like my other quotes. I've realized how much I love words. I don't know how you can fall in love with words but I did. Is it a crime not to want to share? . If so lock me up.
I am almost living - extract from Zahra foster diary
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8 January 2017 Sunday
"Parker give me back my freaken phone!"I ran after him half awake, half asleep. Honestly not even knowing if I was running or flying. All I know is when I woke up my phone was not by my bedside and realizing I probably left it downstairs only to find Parker who snatch it.
" Hahaha, your gonna have to come and get it " he cynically said before making it to the back yard. No don't go that way. The grass was damp and moist and I cringed at the feeling of it between my toes. Alright Parker is just evil.
"just give me my phone" I waddled after him envying his shoes.
"No" he turned around and faced me from the other side of the yard.
"I swear if you don't give my phone in the next minute I'll... I'll hit you so hard that -" a low whistle cut me of from my threat. Oh great two against one.
"Always so violent baby sis. What happened to rainbows and butterflies"
"I never liked rainbow" I pouted at him.
"Yeah and she has that weird irrational fear of butterflies" kad stepped out from behind Zach. Great they don't stop multiplying.
"they're basically moths with colour." I mumbled trying to defend myself. They all laughed at me while I gave Parker a death glare.
I quickly ran up to him, he looked bored knowing I'd probably not be able to get him and just as expected he dodged me easily but I continued to lunge at him and he continued to side step me.
"Parker just give the phone so you guys can get ready for church" Kad said trying to smooth things between us, although I don't understand why Parker has my phone in the first place. He grunted as he made his way toward me before shoving the phone hard into my hand. I didn't care about the force he used I still gave him a cheeky smile.
We all got ready, I was wearing a blue sundress. Sundays being the only day I willing wear dresses, while the boys wore black pants and different colored dress shirts. Except for Kaden and Nathan who were still wearing pajama bottom, kad was wearing a white tank top while Nat was without a shirt. Typical.
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Teen FictionA seventeen year old named Zahra Foster thought the year would be great, after all it always seems like that after new years, you get a new start. But growing up with five older brothers and a dad who still have that inner child in him you don't re...
