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TheAshWolf 06-13-2013 07:25 AM

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Originally Posted by bookworm1999 (Post 467725)
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YeS! http://www.reactiongifs.com/wp-conte...y-prancing.gif

Oh, yeah, but I have seriously changed since then. Like, oh my gosh O_O

Hold on a sec. I'll get something up to take down quickly.

You also gave me the link to that FB page...so...I have a vague idea of how you look now.

Okay. ^_^

bookworm1999 06-13-2013 07:26 AM

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Originally Posted by TheAshWolf (Post 467726)
You also gave me the link to that FB page...so...I have a vague idea of how you look now.

Okay. ^_^

http://www.kidpub.com/forum3/album.p...pictureid=6115

There XD

TheAshWolf 06-13-2013 07:29 AM

Oh my gosh! You two have beautiful eyes. And I like your hairstyles! :D

bookworm1999 06-13-2013 07:30 AM

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Originally Posted by TheAshWolf (Post 467728)
Oh my gosh! You two have beautiful eyes. And I like your hairstyles! :D

Haha thank you :) Those are days when we both actually weren't lazy to just stick our hair in messy buns and dress ourselves in PJs all day. An effort :)

READING READING.

I should be writing. You want an excerpt of the TBL chapter?

TheAshWolf 06-13-2013 07:33 AM

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Originally Posted by bookworm1999 (Post 467729)
Haha thank you :) Those are days when we both actually weren't lazy to just stick our hair in messy buns and dress ourselves in PJs all day. An effort :)

READING READING.

I should be writing. You want an excerpt of the TBL chapter?

Sure! O.O


....I seriously need to sleep soon, though....

maxi 06-13-2013 07:33 AM

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Originally Posted by TheAshWolf (Post 467724)
*suddenly remembers that absolutely no one on here knows exactly what I look like, while I know how almost everyone looks* O__O

<:^D Heh-heh...well, this is awkward...heh... x_x *hides behind random window curtains* I'll put a picture on the back of WOT when I publish. At least, that's what I THINK I'll do... *nervous*

._________.

Hopefully, you will.

TheAshWolf 06-13-2013 07:34 AM

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Originally Posted by TheAshWolf (Post 467724)
*suddenly remembers that absolutely no one on here knows exactly what I look like, while I know how almost everyone looks* O__O

<:^D Heh-heh...well, this is awkward...heh... x_x *hides behind random window curtains* I'll put a picture on the back of WOT when I publish. At least, that's what I THINK I'll do... *nervous*

Maybe someday...I don't know.

maxi 06-13-2013 07:34 AM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQFkizrbwgU

Don't judge. I watch this, okay? Thanks.

TheAshWolf 06-13-2013 07:34 AM

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Originally Posted by maxi (Post 467732)
._________.

Hopefully, you will.

Hopefully.

bookworm1999 06-13-2013 07:35 AM

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Originally Posted by TheAshWolf (Post 467731)
Sure! O.O


....I seriously need to sleep soon, though....

Okay XD It doesn't really introduce anything further into the book that you haven't read. Just emotional rant of Samuel.

Iím not insane.
Every morning, when the sunís rays have collided with my lids, I tell myself this. I have to tell myself this. Itís the only thing holding me back from honestly believing it. Inclined to a habit, the habit then became a mandatory ritual. Now, I donít know what it is. A religion? A morality? Itís come to the point where I mumble the phrase repeatedly in my sleepóif I happen to sleep that night. I dream it, I think it, I doodle it. Not insane not insane not insane.
I feel that since half the majority of my town has caught the news of Sam Howardís chronic case of Lymphocytic Leukemia, Iím treated like a monster different. Itís similar that of a puppy with a cruel, malicious sickness. People pity it, fawn over the sad look in its tired, broken eyes; broken soul. But they donít touch it. Some donít even look at it, because they donít give a rip or the puppyís distress is too dreadful to glance at. I feel like that puppy. Some days, I get those dismal glances, and then others, I sense that I am surrounded by piercing, disgusted gazes. The sort of gazes that strip me clean, examine, and sniff me out like a dog.
The dread follows after.
Scuttling their children away like I am a disease walking, stifling gasps, hindering from within a few yards of me, whatever it is, my lungs slowly fill with liquid. The liquid thickens and I forget how to breathe. It cuts me off from my right mind, my right sense, and I want to wear a paper sack; hide myself from the world. Iím insane different, and apparently, no one likes different anymore. I donít know where my mind has been for that past decade, though I sense Iíve been missing a lot.
I mainly get the looks in school. Donít touch me, youíre crazy, watch out: the way I read them. Their pinched foreheads, wrinkled noses, diffident, fear-filled gazes with the lashes that touch the crest of their eyebrows. So wide, so terrified, even Iím scared of myself. I feel that I should be strapped down, locked up, put away. Iím a monster Iím not like them.
It also fuels my hate for cancer as well. Before, cancer was just a common, omnipresent problem. It was for every person enslaved to it and its effects. No one really thinks much of it. Itís sad, they understand that much. They want it gone, and thatís amazing. But did they ever sincerely care? No, and no one anticipated possessing it. I didnít.
Cancer is just a word. It means a lot more. Hate is just a word. It means a lot more.
Iíve been anticipating having an excuse to get out of my room all day. Now I have one. I glance at the clock, waiting waiting waiting. Staring at its two hands, they click by gradually, announcing each second. I sit in the corner of my room where I usually sit; where I usually wait. Iím not tempted to pass the time by watching the TV, checking my phone or dabbling over the Internet. Iím too paranoid, terrified Iíll miss the exact time I am supposed to head off. So far now, I am stuck in time. My head swarming in the pool of minutes and seconds. I wait wait wait.


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