o_0 What did—uh, bye...o_0

*sits in corner and watches*

THEY WENT KENDRA
AAAAGH
MY SECRETS
THEY LEFT ME
CREEPY IDIOTS
*kicks Jar of Secrets* *kicks Jar of Hearts*
Who do you think you are?
Running around, leaving secrets—
Oh my god.
My secrets.
They fell on the table
and left me at the
V8OFDISJLFWCA
THIS ALL MAKES SENSE KENDRAAAAAAA!!!

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...........okay.

XD Just messing with you. It's my book's lines. XD

I see :D HOLD ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! I have to watch something with sis.

opted out
ha
i'm laughing because
it's true
it's the sad, sad truth
and i am the follower so
no offense taken because
the truth doesn't have to hurt anymore
and i refuse to move on
to forget
do you know that you've been my role model since we met
a leader
memorizing songs
drawing those pictures of characters
doing circus
everything
if i need help, you're the only person i would listen to
because i don't
and if you think i deserve a better friend
she better get better fast
cause there isn't anyone else

oh gawd
oh gawd
oh gawd
oh gawd
heather
just
you're perfect okay?
chris loves you just
even
this
you are that okay?
please
just
i love you
you don't need critics about you
you don't need to be worrying
it's your life
i want you to go to a theme park
i want you to have some frikking fun

In this tiny little hole, in this tiny little world, while everyone is smiling or killing or happy or sad or anything, I'm here and just doing nothing but I'm doing something. I guess I have a skill—kind of—maybe—probably not but I am still just a person. Just another person. Who would think it would just be me? It's just me. Just me—I'm not that much. Just a person. Just some person. Just some average kid who write stories. Sometimes I like to look at the clouds and -- whenever I look at the clouds depart from one-another -- I think it's like two people or two different species leaving us. No. Leaving me... I'm such an idiot for thinking I would be like this and I'm just this person who sits here. I'm just this weird person who sits here. I'm normal. But I don't want to be normal...I want to be bigger than normal; everyone wants to be this human with a good job and a good story and a good life and blah blah blah. I don't want to be anyone like that. I'm not perfect; nobody is. I make mistakes and sometimes I honestly do feel like crap. Then I feel awesome... ... ... ...only to feel like another dose of crap overcame me and then I feel crap again. And then I want to go over this Bridge of something. I don't know what it is in reality but beauty cannot justify or simplify words for it. I just want to walk over this Bridge of something and forget I was ever near anyone...but then I love everyone that I know in family relations. I'm not here for wasting people and their "precious" time. I came here to live, work, write, be successful and eventually...die. It's all going to happen anyways. Sometimes we need to get that clear into our heads. We are all going to die soon enough and there are five steps for me and my life and I am not going to repeat them and that is it and here I am. I just want to be some person who is wide awake with energy and I don't want to be sitting there on my butt with an electronic working on a story every freaking second of each and every freaking day because I need to be someone else as well. Why can't I be you for a change?

Whoa, Max. Just........whoa.
No words right now...
...except that's exactly how I feel most of the time.
You captured so much in words.
I suggest you put this on the NSP.