Bird in the Sky

Your vibes are awesome <3

I love your Pfp!

i exist.

Everything’s been good. Summers been really fun and stuff M us still a problem but other than that I’m feeling good 

My wall is a good place to rant. Or PM me and I can turn this place into an anonymous advice column. Like a huge group therapy chat.

Can I just rant for a bit? Topic: people who say that you can talk to them until you talk too much. Until you’re a burden. A hindrance. Or just plain depressing.
          
           I just don't get people who do that. You can't abandon someone when they need you most. When they trust you with things that they don't tell anybody else. When they pour out their heart and soul and suffering and lay it at your feet and you just STOMP on it. 
          
          You throw it back in their face and make it seem like it's their fault. That they're weak. That what they're going through doesn't matter. That THEY don't matter. Making then think that when the person they trust most doesn’t  care about them, that nobody else does either. 
          
          Eventually, they stop just thinking that and start BELIEVING it. They hide everything behind a fragile paper mask, and when the slightest bit of pressure, the raindrop in the ocean, the grain of rice that tips the scale, cracks it, they're told they're over dramatic. Or that they're overreacting. 
          
          They don't get the help they need because YOU were weak. They are stronger than you will ever be. Because they made it through this. And you didn't help them when they needed it. You were the raindrop. You were the rice.
          
           And yes. I’m calling someone out on this. They’re not on Wattpad. But I needed to get this off of my chest. It was a long time ago. Maybe a year. It doesn’t feel that way though. 
          
          If you can’t deal with someone, you don’t deserve to be their “friend.” Thank you for listening to my TED Talk. Sorry for bothering y’all.

My friend and I were hanging out in the forest just past her backyard. And this group of boys showed up, and one of them said we had to move because they've been working on something here for 8 years. I told them that they barely looked older than 13. (Which is my age.) He said he was 16. My friend was like, "You're a very short sixteen year-old." He pretended to be offended. They left when I reminded him that he was in my third grade class. It turned out he DID remember me, but I had grown a foot, I had moved and he hadn't seen me in 3 years, and my hair was longer. But he remembered my name. So yay me I guess.
          
          Just a fun little story for you guys.

I'm writing a story! This is my first one, and I'm going to wait until it's finished to post it. Here's the plot: 
          
          Aria sees the world in color.
          Austin sees it in black and white.
          
          Aria Mavis lives a relatively normal life. Until, she meets Austin Marshalls. Since the moment they met, in seventh grade, they have hated each other. But when it's revealed that Austin and his family is tangled up in something BIG, can they refrain from killing each other long enough to make it out alive?