Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.

The story of Avenging Annie the Banshee. (A Creepypasta Original)

" I don't need to write a paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was poetic before I scribbled one stupid messy word down about you, I loved you with every bone in my body, and if that isn't poetic, I don't know what is." I screamed.

[jack gilinsky] in·som·ni·a noun habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep. ___________________ I haven't gotten up in days. I just lay in bed, writing about all the things that we could've been And all the things we will never be. Sometimes, I don't even write. I just put the date on the top, right hand corner of the lined page and let my tears fall, dampening the paper by each droplet. I haven't eaten since you left. My mom is getting concerned, but I could see why. Her daughter is bed bound, won't eat. Can't sleep, and won't talk. It has been absolute hell since you left 2013-2015 [2014 -2015 all rights reserved ] ShaeFoster