Notinthemood Stories

Ugh why do I feel like there's a hater coming at moonwalkers again

"The kindest of hearts are the ones who suffer the most because they never find peace knowing that those around them are broken... " -Sometimes, you just need to destroy things to build them back again, he said. -I don't destroy ,it's not in my nature, I only build, when something is broken I fix it ,i don't break it even more,that's how I am; she answered with tears burning her eyes. -No one is as good as you.Unfortunately for you,no one takes time to appreciate your heart,you need to get over it,this is a cruel world Athena; And without another word ,he left the room leaving her facing another wave of loneliness on her own. The story is mine, don't take it or post it anywhere else without my consent! Thank you for understanding ,enjoy xo

This is a poem. We're all real, not perfect. No one is. We can't expect our to be amazing all the time. There are ups and downs. This poem contains the downs of our life. I do not own the images or the quotes that appears in the content. The credit goes to their respective creators. I also give credit to Pinterest and google for supplying me with these amazing images and quotes.

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SMUTS ABT CHRIS

"I'M A FUCKING WRECK" Let me explain, You see I watched my dick faced retarded uncle kill my sweet angelic mother when I was only 13. The psycho claimed that my mom was always his and my father stole her from him so he did the whole 'if I cant have her no one can' bullshit and my sweet 13 year old self shot the fuckers brains out. Hope He's Burning in Hell by the way Anyways I became a wreck after my mom's funeral -refused to eat, couldn't sleep but worst of all I became WILD. Sooo wild that I'd pick a fight with anyone who tested my patience -especially because people teased me bout having braces- I can't even remember how many tines I was in the principles office for breaking a kids body part till I got expelled from 3 different schools but I think my dad's final straw was when I kept on getting into violent fights with my slutty steppie. Can you blame me? My father got married to a gold digging whore which I'm sure he picked up on the side of the road only 2 months after my mom died. My dad had had just about enough with me and sent me to like this all girls boarding school that claims to be helping out troubled youth's but in my opinion it's just a fucking home for crazys. I've been there for a lil over a fucking year now and I was the mysterious crazy chick that always wore orange and would put her foot up your ass if you so much as utter a fucking word to her. Guess what?you cant? It's fine I'll tell you, Daddy's dead and Ion feel shit, Mars' getting out of the crack house -finally-, Steppie's loosing her shit -yay- and I gotta go to school... Before anything do me a favor, put a bullet in my head before i put it in someone else. Its a building full of hormonal, cliché, egotistical and naive teenagers... I'm bound to stab at least 6...

day 5299 : surviving seems fun , but i know it will be ruined someday. thoughts thrown on paper and feelings described through metaphors and objects.

he's not in the mood Lina he's not in the mood

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