Lo-the-Daydreamer

I am so sick Of you people telling me to Suck it up Well you know what? My problem isn't going to go away either way. Even from doing that. Stop telling me that. Stop telling me that life's going to get better. Stop telling me that isn't the answer. Stop telling me lies. I am so sick Of you people pitying me Is that all you're doing?! I can see through it. Stop pitying me. I'm a strong girl. I just need to vent sometimes. Stop constantly checking over my shoulder, seeing if I'm dying yet. I am so sick Of people telling me, "It'll be fine." No it's not. On some days, I reach for the kitchen knives. And I wonder what'd ha

I'm not going to say, How much that hurt. Those wishes; Those shields; There's static everywhere. I don't wanna live this destiny, It goes on endlessly. Winnning Or losing. Which is it? The black is everywhere in here; In your head, In this world In my heart. The butterflies are fleeing. I think it's time for their migration. How lucky. I wish I could grow wings and fly away. But than the problems would catch up to me eventually. It's cold here. I feel sort of dead. Is that good or bad? I can't tell anymore. This love, This hate, Is burning me away... ♥

Toya: Hey Kova. Kova: Yo? Toya: Why do you want to become a sky pirate? Kova: Haven't we been over this? Toya: Well nobody's here right now. Kova: I guess. Toya: So why do you? Kova: Why must you prod others when you do not even open yourself up? Toya: I have my reasons. Now tell me, why? Kova: ...The same question was asked to me about a year ago. I replied with a smart attitude and shouting something about being free or something. Toya: Hah! Your beliefs different now? Kova: Yep. Toya: Care to tell? Kova: You're not gonna leave me alone until you get an answer huh? Toya: Nope. Kova: Fine. I wanted to be a sky pirate to...to

'Joana.' 'What is it?' 'The sky.' '...*laughs quietly* It's like the heavens already know.' 'Shut up Joana.' 'Look at it! All grey and doom and gloom. You gotta promise me that on the funeral that you're not gonna cry too much over lil ol' me.' 'Please..stop talking about that shit Joana.' 'Jeffrey. What a surprise.' 'Hey sis.' 'Why are you here?' 'I can't say good-bye?' 'Isn't your fancyass slut of a girlfriend waiting for you below?' 'Don't be like that Joana.' 'Go away.' 'Joan-' 'Don't.' 'Ler.' 'What is it?' 'Why is he still here?' 'He wants to be.' 'Make him go away.' 'Joana, be reasonable, he's your twin brother.' '

Sir, sir! I had a most wonderful dream last night! But even the most divine could not intrepret my signs. Then I daresay my dear prince, I shan't be able to do the same, but nonethless, do tell if you please. The flowers were grey and the clouds a hue of black. Is that so? What were they like? Yes! But they weren't mourning or in pain. No sir, they were as gay as they could be. They had the brightest smiles on their faces. I waved 'hello, g'day', to them and they too, waved back with their pretty petals. Dear me my boy, you have quite an imagination. Flowers that can sense and respond with all that! Oh that's not all sir! They were with