Phil, I miss you. Words cannot explain how much I miss you. Every part of me wonders about you, where you are, what you're doing, what could have been if you had stayed. If you were here with me, by my side, what would we be doing? What would we be talking about? Phil, it has been three years. An aching, emotionless, dismal three bloody years. I can't tell you how numb it has been. How numb I have been. Now I've come to the point where I think this has all been some meaningless, god forsaken dream where I wake up beside you on the bed and smother you with kisses and all the love I've been meaning to give to you in that three year period. Phil, wake me up. Please, please, Phil. Shake me awake as hard as you can and wrap me in your arms. It's cold in here. It's so cold and dark, I can't see a fucking thing. Phil, I need to wake up because I need to tell you all the things that I have been meaning to tell you for a straight three years. All the stupid things rattling around in my head that have been rattling around like a pinball machine. I want to tell you how annoying you are all the time and how lovely you are all the time and how stupid you are all the time and how smart you are all the time and I just want to tell you that I am deeply, madly, freaking head-over-heels in love you, Phil. I still am. Phil, this is me telling you how much I love you. This is a short story and is 5 whole chapters! Please and thank you. :)

Ally, Max, her annoying older sister Bonni.......

poems that reveals the feelings of a person who fell in love and fell out of love. Will this person ever find someone who can accept what happened in the past and still accept him/her for the future? " Admitting was the hardest thing to do but loosing you was the worst part of it too....." " I'll always be happy to spend all my time with you even if this means just being your friend too...." credits for the cover goes to @With_love_rimi thanks

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

Ridiculous reasons my friend and I came up with for me not having a boyfriend

Cutting poems and quotes. They just sound really pretty and they're here for anyone. I'm here for anyone that needs me too

Síleas lost her twin brother, Lachlan, at the age of seven. After a few years she gets over his 'death' and her life slowly starts going back to normal until one day she's kidnapped, or 'rescued' and wakes up to kind herself surrounded by a bunch of young men and women her age. Síleas isn't allowed to go back home and after a few days, she finds out why: she's the one who killed her whole family by setting their fortress on fire. What will happen to the poor confused girl when everything she cared for turners against her and everything she was taught to hate turns out to be her only salvation?