"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell but it doesn't matter. nobody knows anything and i sure as hell don't.

in which one pours one's soul out onto paper, their heart into ink and hopes she feels the same.

Geneva thought she knew what evil was before that Autumn in Chattanooga. She thought after being homeless for seven years she'd seen it all, and she knew how to manipulate life into giving her what she wanted. Strange things started happening in her town, and soon she learned that everything she thought she knew was a fabricated story created by the people who'd been watching her for her entire life. After being thrown into a sick, unfair game, she lost everything she gained along the way, including the ability to trust. Everyone around her was a suspect. Everyone she looked at could be the source of all her life's troubles. Ignoring it isn't an option because it always yanks you out of your comfort zone and forces you to brush shoulders with death even when you think it's over. So what can you do? How can you ask for help when anybody you meet could be the one controlling the operation? How can you take it down by yourself when they are always twenty steps ahead of you? There's only one answer: you can't. There's nothing you can do in this game except say your prayers. After all Geneva's been through, you start to wonder who you're praying to.

she doesn't realize what she's doing

when the girl cared too much, and the boy didn't care at all.

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[discontinued] "I'm too preoccupied in my own life to worry about him. He's just a friend anyway. I don't need to worry about it. Soon he'll be all over my mind and that's just too much handle." copyright © un-aesthetic on Wattpad 2014-2015 picture of characters on the start of each season (i.e. Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter)