it’s zero escape and i’m stupid
First Person Perspective bullshit
"God, I forgot how much I missed vagina."
Startled by the words that came out of the mouth at my other pair of lips, I raised my head to look at her.
You look at her, she’s beautiful. She’s kind. She’s grace. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. She’s someone you put on a pedestal and told the world about. She’s someone you never knew you wanted. She’s the light in your life.
You tell yourself she is all you need.
You made her all you needed.
You made her up.
You never really knew her.
You look at her, she’s plain. She’s nice enough. She’s actually pretty clumsy. She’s great but you need more. She’s someone you took to the gallows and stood by, noose tied about her neck, reminding the world of the crimes she committed. She’s someone you thought you wanted. She’s the sun peeking through the curtains, offending your sleepy eyes.
You told yourself she was all you needed.
You wanted her to be all you needed.
You made her up.
You knew you never really knew her.
autha’s note: Uh… I spent hours in a hospital recently, and I got kind of inspired. [can u guess whose pov this is hahahahah]
I hate being aware
Of all that once
Was a mystery
Now I can see
And will forever
why must worth be measured
by how many or how few
you have loved
it’s hard to tell
when you are told one thing
but think another
Just For a Minute?
Summary: A girl needs someone to talk to about something. So she finds somebody.
SO WE WERE PLAYING A WRITING GAME ON THE GROUP CHAT
The game was that you were supposed to write a story with three themes you are given at the start of each round. I’ll be posting everything I wrote here.