i love Shaney!!!!!!!!!!

maybe it's true. maybe the society really is going nuts. and it amaze me how identical the storyline is to 'Mariah'.

gone through phases ahead of the rest, it doesn't make them smarter or wiser

his words remind me why i love him so much in the first place

"... There are going to be times when we're not happy with who we are or what we've done. Times when obstacles are going to jump in our way. Times when the whole world looks like shit...and times when we're going to be really hurt because of it. But...does that mean we have to roll over and die everytime we hit a bump in the road? Do we give up? On our friends? On our family? On the world? On ourselves?

Yeah, I've been called an optimist. I wear the nametag proudly. Yes, I've seen hard times. Yes, I've had my heart broken. Yes, I've had a 'less than glorious' childhood. I've been shy, I've been awkward, I've been angry, I've been depressed. Trust me...there is NOTHING about my life that would allow somebody to say, "Well, of course HE'S happy! He's got everything going for him." No...I don't. I'm not going to pretend that every day of my life is a happy one. I'm not going to pretend that I have some goal where I can say, "Once I finish this...I'll never have another problem again." I'm an optimist, but I'm not an idiot. I am in touch with reality, you know?

But happiness doesn't mean NO pain and NO rainy days. Happiness is appreciating the good times that you've got, and knowing that when the bad times come...you'll get through them just fine. It's just a matter of looking at the current parts of your life, the state of the people and the world around you."

tripped

Mischa walked down the empty road with her white veil flowing against her jet black locks. It's so quiet, she could hear her own breathing. She was dumbfounded; she had heard from the others that a party was to be held on the road. And every guest was suppose to wear a costume. Just a typical party for Halloween. And there she was. Alone. No one told her the party was cancelled. Not even ones close to her.


"Fuck you guys", she mumbled under her breath. What's the use of being friends if there's no appreciation?  She walked back to where she came from with quickened strides which made her long wedding gown bloated up with the strong wind, and the fake blood on the side of her lips dripped down onto her chest.


"They're always like this. Once I get it over with this university course, I'm off of them. Of the neverending drama. Of the bitches. Of the sluts. Of the hypocrites."

"And I had to face the new bitches, sluts and hypocrites in the place where I soon work at. Damn."


Mischa realized her phone was vibrating. Winnie called, hesitantly apologizing about the party, saying that she was meant to tell her about it, but the others didn't allow her to do that. With means to make her look like a fool; dressing up in a lonely road alone. They even took her phone away and just gave it to her seconds ago. Mischa smiled and thanked her.


"Maybe I'd like to keep some, even after the course."