I can't seem to write a cohesive story. so I think this should just be like. partial journals and one shots of random things. yep.

Get shreked with this thrilling love story starring Pete wentz Original story by @DoshJun

My heart pounds so loud it forces me to open my eyes. I can't tell whether I'm more tired from Your touch, your voice, your laugh. You are evil to me now. A monster in the dark too big to fit under my bed. Invading the spaces that I wanted to hold close, my skin and my family. You didn't rape me, but the thought that you have the capacity physically and emotionally makes me need to stay half the universe away from you. I don't know how your mind works, but I know how your hands do. I know that your ears are deaf to the words "No.", "Stop" and panicked "What are you doing??"s. I know that your lips laugh a laugh that means you think you're doing nothing wrong. And I don't know how to make you get just how wrong it was. And I'm forced to relive the after-effects of your touch over and over.

Crying honestly sucks. Causing her chest to draw in air. Causing her lungs to fill with what she wished she could just get rid of. When did living become so hard for her? No, better question. When did she become so bad at living. So bad at wanting to live. Could it have something to do with recent heart break or the fact that her heart had seemed to be born broken? IF her lungs had been shot down as much as her heart had there wouldn't be enough room for air. For life. But sometimes, she had to breathe.

Imagine a group of kids who know each other so well that they could be one person. Now imagine those same people watching each other die. That's what IT made them do. Watch.