Sorry, that's not gonna make it into my signaturelol maybe next time
I wasn't really suggesting it...
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I wasn't really suggesting it...
XD
On a rate of one to ten, how much do you like Hatsune Miku?
Heres a ton of questions
Are you an anime lover?
Whats your hair color?
Favorite flavor of food?
DO YOU ENJOY THIS SONG THEME? Super fighting robot, MEGAMAN
Are you an anime lover?
Whats your hair color?
Favorite flavor of food?
DO YOU ENJOY THIS SONG THEME? Super fighting robot, MEGAMAN
Whoa, 4 questions! That's a ton!
1. Kinda
2. Strawberry blonde
3. Um... sweet?
4. Never heard of it, I don't play megaman lol
Whoa, 4 questions! That's a ton!
1. Kinda
2. Strawberry blonde
3. Um... sweet?
4. Never heard of it, I don't play megaman lol
something you did before
1.Your one of the few people I know who aren't obessed with anime
2.I CAN'T IMAGINE IT!
3.Savory for me
4.Search it up please!
Any ******** moments in life?
brownboy102
Don't Need Words
Imma write something for you.
You'll like it
Its kinda sad and it hasn't come from any RP. Made straight from my mind. None of it is real.
---
I lay there, in my bed. The sound of buzzing plays in my head, and it tunes out the sound of beeping coming from the machine.
I heard the sound of doors opening as people dragged my bed down the hall.
Nurses and doctors surround me, injecting needles and blocking blood streams.
I moan, it hurt. I didn't know why I did it, but I did.
"W-Why...why..save me?"
"Because all life is valued." The doctor said, still focusing on my wounds.
"Even mine?"
"Of course."
"But there is so many of us here...on this planet....thousands just died. Why not let me?"
"Because people care about you."
"People cared about those thousand as well."
The doctor looked annoyed.
"Be grateful. We saved you, and your alive. Things will never be the same for you."
"You should've just let me di-"
"NO! CAN'T YOU SEE OTHERS CARE ABOUT YOU?!" The doctor yelled. He was quite annoyed.
I decided to stop.
My dad walked in.
"Why'd ya' do it, boy?"
No answer.
"Gonna stay quiet? Fine."
I realized something, and it was so true.
My life IS valued, by many. Very many. But I didn't care, because I didn't thin they cared. Because of that I gave up, and it led me to this.
It seemed that when you have a near death experience, you change. I know that know. I know now that I should live.
*SEVERAL WEEKS LATER*
I was almost released from the hospital. The doctors just had to file a report on me.
"Mmm... Peter Mathews, age 17, homeland is Edmonton, Canada, and reason of time in hospital: Suicide attempt, attempted to stab self several times."
This is it..things well never be the same...
You'll like it
Its kinda sad and it hasn't come from any RP. Made straight from my mind. None of it is real.
---
I lay there, in my bed. The sound of buzzing plays in my head, and it tunes out the sound of beeping coming from the machine.
I heard the sound of doors opening as people dragged my bed down the hall.
Nurses and doctors surround me, injecting needles and blocking blood streams.
I moan, it hurt. I didn't know why I did it, but I did.
"W-Why...why..save me?"
"Because all life is valued." The doctor said, still focusing on my wounds.
"Even mine?"
"Of course."
"But there is so many of us here...on this planet....thousands just died. Why not let me?"
"Because people care about you."
"People cared about those thousand as well."
The doctor looked annoyed.
"Be grateful. We saved you, and your alive. Things will never be the same for you."
"You should've just let me di-"
"NO! CAN'T YOU SEE OTHERS CARE ABOUT YOU?!" The doctor yelled. He was quite annoyed.
I decided to stop.
My dad walked in.
"Why'd ya' do it, boy?"
No answer.
"Gonna stay quiet? Fine."
I realized something, and it was so true.
My life IS valued, by many. Very many. But I didn't care, because I didn't thin they cared. Because of that I gave up, and it led me to this.
It seemed that when you have a near death experience, you change. I know that know. I know now that I should live.
*SEVERAL WEEKS LATER*
I was almost released from the hospital. The doctors just had to file a report on me.
"Mmm... Peter Mathews, age 17, homeland is Edmonton, Canada, and reason of time in hospital: Suicide attempt, attempted to stab self several times."
This is it..things well never be the same...
Imma write something for you.
You'll like it
Its kinda sad and it hasn't come from any RP. Made straight from my mind. None of it is real.
---
I lay there, in my bed. The sound of buzzing plays in my head, and it tunes out the sound of beeping coming from the machine.
I heard the sound of doors opening as people dragged my bed down the hall.
Nurses and doctors surround me, injecting needles and blocking blood streams.
I moan, it hurt. I didn't know why I did it, but I did.
"W-Why...why..save me?"
"Because all life is valued." The doctor said, still focusing on my wounds.
"Even mine?"
"Of course."
"But there is so many of us here...on this planet....thousands just died. Why not let me?"
"Because people care about you."
"People cared about those thousand as well."
The doctor looked annoyed.
"Be grateful. We saved you, and your alive. Things will never be the same for you."
"You should've just let me di-"
"NO! CAN'T YOU SEE OTHERS CARE ABOUT YOU?!" The doctor yelled. He was quite annoyed.
I decided to stop.
My dad walked in.
"Why'd ya' do it, boy?"
No answer.
"Gonna stay quiet? Fine."
I realized something, and it was so true.
My life IS valued, by many. Very many. But I didn't care, because I didn't thin they cared. Because of that I gave up, and it led me to this.
It seemed that when you have a near death experience, you change. I know that know. I know now that I should live.
*SEVERAL WEEKS LATER*
I was almost released from the hospital. The doctors just had to file a report on me.
"Mmm... Peter Mathews, age 17, homeland is Edmonton, Canada, and reason of time in hospital: Suicide attempt, attempted to stab self several times."
This is it..things well never be the same...
Your writing is so unique... It makes me sad, but not a terrible depressing sadness. More so just melancholy, and thoughtful. You seem like you have strong emotions, and that shows in your writing. I must confess: I do not usually like sad writing very much. But yours has an impact on me, makes me thoughtful. It makes me crave more and more.
I love the way you weave sadness and a bit of mystery, how the character doesn't quite know what he is feeling. It makes the reader think. I myself am a very thoughtful person, but not just as in "That was very thoughtful of you to bring me flowers when I was sick.", but I think deeply about things, and words affect me. There's this one author I love (Sharon Creech) and she weaves love, sadness, humor, and a bit of mystery with all of her stories. The sadness is sad, but again, it makes you crave more. It's addicting. I can never put one of her books down, even if I have read it before. One time I woke up at 3am, couldn't sleep, and so I started reading one of her books. I couldn't put it down, and ended up finishing it at 4:30am. That's what her writing does to me, as does yours. I have a feeling if you wrote a book, I wouldn't be able to stop reading it. I crave your writing. My mind jumps in excitement when I see you have written something new. You never disappoint.
Sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I hope it didn't, I hope it encouraged you ^_^
Can't wait for another piece!
brownboy102
Don't Need Words
Your writing is so unique... It makes me sad, but not a terrible depressing sadness. More so just melancholy, and thoughtful. You seem like you have strong emotions, and that shows in your writing. I must confess: I do not usually like sad writing very much. But yours has an impact on me, makes me thoughtful. It makes me crave more and more.
I love the way you weave sadness and a bit of mystery, how the character doesn't quite know what he is feeling. It makes the reader think. I myself am a very thoughtful person, but not just as in "That was very thoughtful of you to bring me flowers when I was sick.", but I think deeply about things, and words affect me. There's this one author I love (Sharon Creech) and she weaves love, sadness, humor, and a bit of mystery with all of her stories. The sadness is sad, but again, it makes you crave more. It's addicting. I can never put one of her books down, even if I have read it before. One time I woke up at 3am, couldn't sleep, and so I started reading one of her books. I couldn't put it down, and ended up finishing it at 4:30am. That's what her writing does to me, as does yours. I have a feeling if you wrote a book, I wouldn't be able to stop reading it. I crave your writing. My mind jumps in excitement when I see you have written something new. You never disappoint.
Sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I hope it didn't, I hope it encouraged you ^_^
Can't wait for another piece!
Thanks.
Just, I dunno what to say.
It makes me happy you liked it
Hmm... Not that I can think of... There was this one time that I was coming out of my bathroom and I had socks on, and our hall is slick linoleum, and I fell on my face in front of my best friend. She says she's going to tell my kids that story. I don't know how she will- she can't even tell it to me with a straight face.
Have you watched over the garden wall?
I read this as "my mum jumps in excitement" lol
Are you anti-dancing cow?
Are you anti-North Carolina?
Do you play any musical instruments?
Is Sharon Creech your best friend?
Do you like dragons?
brownboy102
Don't Need Words
Free bump.
No, but now I'm curious...
brownboy102
Don't Need Words
Why is the ship tag still there?
lol XD
1) Um...Maybe?
2) YES. For some reason I really am against North Carolina. (don't ask why, even I don't know)
3) I can play the keyboard (a few songs)
4) No, I wish D:
5) Yeah, they are pretty cool. I love How to Train Your Dragon 1 & 2. I can't even say which was better. I love them both <3
- - - Post Merge - - -
I um... Have no idea *runs*
Also, I have no idea who put that there. NO IDEAAAA *runs away again*