Pathetic Stories

After TABLOID RAT Harold Truth published a COMPLETELY libelous and HURTFUL exposé- it seemed like my career was over. I'm Jean Knutty, the world's MOST famous investigative journalist and emergency anchorman of America's fifty-third MOST-watched news station. Harold CAN'T be right! It took me SO LONG TO GET WHERE I AM! I HATE THAT JERK! IT'S NOT FAIR!!! That's why, in this (sure-to-be) BEST-SELLING novel, I will OBLITERATE Truth's LIES with unbiased, TRUE facts, MARVELOUS rhetoric, and revealing information about the miserable PAP(-arazzo, if you laymen didn't know) himself. Say GOODBYE to YOUR career, Harold DISHONEST! This is a TIT for your TAT.

Most of the sentiment depicted here are not my feelings. I tend to write this (so-called poetry) by mentally placing myself in different situations. Better put my overthinking ability to some use.

Ranting by someone that found they have a lot of free time suddenly

See, this - it was supposed to be my "escape, " kind of, I guess. But it's kind of anything but. I honestly don't know what this is - it's personal, and it's public. It's emotional and yet so dry. Its me, but it's not me at the same time. Um, it's, kind of, I don't know what to call it. It's words, words that are big, and words that are small. Words that are easy, and words that are hard. Words that are soft and words that are rough, like broken pieces of glass, jarring and piercing, and painful. Words that are red, and bloody, but then words that are black, or maybe kind of only dark grey? {trigger warning? i'm not sure but better safe than sorry.}

I'm a middle school loner boy, I grew apart with my old best bros since middle school. I just cry to myself. no one listens . no one cares.

My feelings, my life.

❝ You are colder than winter in December. ❞ -yoo jeongyeon fic a short story. START: 160320 END : 281120

basically it's a collection of my poems and what not. . . it's pretty random, some are happy, some are sad, some are weird and others creepy

i yearned to be with you at the break of dawn,

Hello, I am Selena... And this is the story of my miserable life.... I used to have a loving family. A few friends... But what happens when I lose everything? Yes I am an orphan, an pathetic orphan... Come here! look at the world with my eyes.

This is just everyday for me. Not that interesting most of the time, but I really need somewhere to rant.

In my race, there's 10 hurdles, but in life, there is always a hurdle. There is always something you gotta get over, and it's what you do, you know.

Liza thinks she has the perfect life until she goes to a party that changes her life completely. Now she has to try to understand these emotions to bring her life back on track.

A very gay diary.

I don't want to admit it to myself, but I'm in love with him. Not in the "we love each other '' way but in the "He showed me attention and now I'm hooked" kind of way.

I don't speak. I have no reason to anymore, I have nothing to say to anyone. All they do is twist my words. They don't understand me, no one understands me. I'm to different. I'm broken, i'm crazy, i'm insane. That's how everyone puts it. What they don't understand is that if they had been put into the situation I was thrusted into one year ago they would have done that same thing. I believe i've punished myself enough, but everyone insists that I haven't learned my lesson. If you try and ask them what the lesson I must be learning is though... they won't have an answer. But I have an answer. The lesson is to never let yourself be blinded by love. Take it from a girl who was actually blinded because she loved, and loved him so much.