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Smile.My closest friend. best friend and childhood friend-- Sera.
You helped me remember how it was to smile, even though I had sunk down to the lowest of the low. You were appreciative, happy, and a lovely person to be around. Although the distance between us has increased much more than before and the initial shakiness, I appreciate you're being here, and speaking to me more than ever. You understand my situation of being unable to reach out, and speak to me, trying not to dwell on sad topics for too long. You are the reason why I appreciate friends so much.
Thank you for existing. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you, for staying with me for so long, even though I have my conditions and what not. Thank you, for trying to be as understanding as you possibly could. You are wonderful.
My dear leader-sama, Jenn, creator of Tear Project.
You helped me get back up to my feet to continue my project, and how much a person to push people along every so often is oh so important. And though y
Dear MeDear Me,
I don't know if this is to the me of the past, or the me of the future. All I know is that I write these words to me. If I were to write to the me of the past, I don't know what I would say. Would it be to me as a child? To me as an immature teen? What would I say? To try harder? To not make that same mistake again? Would I tell my past self to avoid these situations to relieve myself of the conflicts I face now? Would I be angry at myself because I am already angry at my present self? If only I had a time machine, are the words I continuously say out of habit; but if I really had one, what then? To the past me, these are the words I have to say. Keep moving forward. Never go back. And if you do, make sure to walk forward even stronger. Maybe even while holding a friend's hand. It never hurts to ask for help. You'll be frustrated, angry, and spiteful with everything, but mostly--and especially--to yourself. You'll disappoint some, but I'll be the most disappointed in the
[Senpai] My life with Senpai
I have never expected it to turn out this way, when I met my senpai.
But, if it’s true, if you really have a dream, don’t wait—act.
I wish I could do that…
My name? Barb.
Oh, right, I am sorry if you expected this to be a Reader-Insert…!
I am the girl who is currently running around the Seasonflowers department, brushing the metal tables that the plants are on off, and cleaning said flowers as well.
I am a trainee at the start of my third and last year of being an Apprentice. I am learning to be a garden center shop assistant.
My sudden interest in these cute, harmless and gentle living things was triggered by one of my main hobbies; watching anime.
Our branch is not big considering the ones in the nearby areas, or the one next to central, but it’s not small either. I’ve been to the Houseplants department, the Florist department and the Hardware department, which mostly consists of pots, flower seeds and the like. Non-
A Letter To A FriendDear Saix
I could use your real name but for the sake of things, I'm not going to. I know we don't talk like we use to but I still felt the need to write this. I need you to know how special you are to me and how much I value your friendship. Through thick and thin you have always been by my side. I remember first meeting you in middle school and how we bonded in fac's over a book and we just clicked. I still remember what book it was too. It was Eragon by Christopher Paloni. Since then we have been pretty close. Though our closeness didn't really fully bloom until high school. You were the one I could always come to with my problems. The one that actually listened. The one that actually cared and helped me through. Our conversations were always long and I always had a blast. Junior year was when we really became close. We bonded over an anime. There were fights with another friend and I could always come crying to you at the times when it got really bad with those fights. You had my b
MY STORYAlright, so I decided to do something. I'm putting this as a deviation because it's worthy of it.
I told someone I would tell them why I believe in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. Before, I'll admit that I had doubts that put suicide as an option in my mind. Well, guess what? After I prayed and prayed for an answer, I got it in full force.
So here is it. Here's the highlight of my life.
I had a moment. I could watch a movie, or I could praise God. What made me choose the latter? Who knows.
So I prayed again. For courage to do what He has planned for me.
That's when I got my answer. Fear vanished. I actually got up and woke my dad up.
For those of you who know me, I can't talk. I can try, but I always freeze. I was driven, almost every choice I made was me trying to do what's right, or sometimes, me saying I should take a break.
I actually talked. As in, passionately talked.
That was something I couldn't even do to my closest friend! Yet I did it without fear, at all!
So, I'm no
letter to the Mighty OneDear One Who Rules On High, Author of Moments, Almighty Alpha & Omega:
I am writing to express my utmost admiration for You. You have done something of which no mere human is capable: You have created a world from pure nothingness. Others have done this, of course, and some quite successfully, but none to the extent that You have. Your world teems with life and, more importantly, love - which is, after all, the most important weapon we have. This world of Yours houses all different kinds of people, from the brave to the cunning to the clever to the loyal, and You take care of them all. It's safe to say that Your faithful subjects appreciate that more than can be expressed in a simple letter. (This pesky fact will not, however, prevent me from attempting to do so!)
Your world has shaped my life like no other's could. It has taken me to faraway lands that I otherwise never would have seen - places of magic and power and the deepest, truest love. After all, what love could possibly be gre
A letter (unread by the person addressed)Hey.
Been a while huh? You must hate me after leaving you for so long, without a goodbye even! I can only imagine how much you do but... let me say this:
Move on. It's been too long.
You mightn't know that I've been keeping an eye on you, just to see how you're doing and it's a good thing you don't. The last thing I want is for you to beg me to come back. It's strange though, don't you think? Pretty counter-intuitive to look at you from a distance if I didn't want anything to do with you. A fool's action really but we both know I'm not the brightest -to top it off, rather stubborn. So I shall continue this... as my watch becomes less often until, I won't be there any more. There, I will truly be gone but then again I suppose it makes no difference to you; you don't know a thing.
From my observations... it's almost as though you're dead. Now, I don't like that. What ever happened to that person who was all ready to flow with creativity; who wasn't afraid of speaking u
two peopleI say ignore my such talks that appeared directly insulting or cheap to nonwhites...
I dont mean to profess racial hatred..but yes a seclusion of caucasian race, for sure. I know nonwhites wont have any problem agreeing to our right and need to save ourkind.
In fits of amused amour i have insulted who so not...so please forgive me..let me repent...
of course nonwhite are equally respectable as whites.,...just seperate and different...lot of my state of mind is affected by my neighbours treating me like a dog in notion, just for supporting white cause..and that makes me feel silly and retarded..
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