• I can barely function. I don’t even know who I am anymore. What’s wrong with me? I’m slowly losing grip on reality. I wish someone could help me. But I’m alone. I’m all alone.

  • All odds are against me. Not like I care. I really don’t even have enough faith in myself to believe i can do anything. So it’s no big deal that there’s not even a chance. It helps keep me from disappointment, actually.

  • She stepped into the field of lilies. I was so peaceful. So tranquil. She lost sight of the world. All she knew was peace. She lied in the yellow blanket and soaked in the rays of the sun. She was complete.

  • The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will […]

  • Logan Nightingale commented on the post, evidence 8 years ago

    The evidence is all there. I don’t see how they don’t understand it. I don’t like being the only one. It makes me feel different. Too different. That’s why I like these new people. They understand. They get me. I’m not alone.

  • He bowed before the king. It wasn’t a gesture of loyalty. It was one of respect. He actually had bit of resentment for his royal highness but admired that he came to power from once being only a peasant.

  • That’s the last straw. I don’t want to put up with this anymore. I’m done with you. For good. No turning back. I’ve made my decision and you’re going to have to be okay with that. Now just leave me alone. Please.

  • She was a outcasts. No one wanted her. Why would they? She was nobody. She just sat at home and cut into her own skin. Pierced her own flesh. Why would anyone like her? I did…

  • “Caitlin! Get in!”
    “No way! That water is way to cold! I’ll just wade over here.”
    “If you don’t get in right now I’ll pull you in here.”
    “You wouldn’t…”
    *SPLOOSH*

  • “I can’t read this.”
    “Why not? It’s simple sheet music Mr. Nightingale. Are you going to tell me that you’ve gotten this far in your musical career without learning the necessity of reading sheet music? I believe not.”

  • I got under the warm sheets. It felt like I’d been years since I slept. The journey I was on didn’t leave much time for sleep. Goodnight.