Self-loath Stories

Charlie's an introverted girl, yet she's got lots of thoughts in her mind. Her personality contained lots of traits and some are contradicted. Then she realized she's a bit too cynical. She hoped she could have more positive thinking but off times she can't help but to question everything. She wanted to change but the skepticism in her rooted too deep to be removed. Her thoughts collided and she had no idea how to let it all out. It nearly blasted and her resistance to the complicated world almost led her to self-destruction. Until Caleb walked closer into her life, she's found the way out. "I don't understand. Why it's so many blurred lines in this world? If you don't like someone, why do you fake it? Why you gotta be so pretentious? I can't. If I lost expectation on someone, it's just gone. I wouldn't want to fool myself." "That's because most people need to live with identification. So they conceal themselves and cater to the crowd." "That's silly, eh?"

A man who can't die, age, or even be hurt. His life is hell, and he can't even pray for death, his mind is hell, and Death will not let him have his release.

Jealousy is a foul thing, it ravages us all; yet it is human. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my poetry pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn't get back in, so I started from step one and moved to this newer account.)