m-writingphase

[m-writingphase]

she loves you, just not in the way you want her to.

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

they're dead, val. they're dead.

your mom, your dad, your little sister, your little twin brothers...they died.

you couldn't save them this time.

out with your friends instead of spending the last seconds of the world with them.

but it's not your fault.

don't blame yourself.

you'll be okay.

you have a new family.

abigail taktakya, peyton mclinn, izerah caecoud, and you, valentina pertina.

#brokenly beloved #*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

i don't love anyone here.

they scare me.

but then again,

i love them so much.

i'll miss them when they go.

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

here you are, having your realization chapter

and here i am, on my last one.

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

if you don't throw the boomerang right, it won't come back.

this isn't about boomerangs.

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

dandelions are my favorite flower.

most people say it's a weed, but weeds are plants you don't want or are hurting the field they're growing in.

dandelions are pretty

i love dandelions

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

no, this isn't right.

how can an immortal person die?

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

i go to sleep only to wake up

i drink only to be thirsty

i eat only to be hungry

i sleep only to wish i never woke up

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

my sunshine turned into a cloudy night.

#brokenly beloved #*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

i will listen to your apology,

but the last thing i will do is forgive you.

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

poor little liddy used to always quit.

though, she'd never really quit,

she'd just say she did.

#🎵 write #cigarettes out the window

[m-writingphase]

"This shouldn't be a problem." She turned away.

"But it is." He balled up his fists.

"It shouldn't be!" She cried. "You're a god. You'll get over my death quicker than a human gets over the death of a fly."

The silence was so loud, it was overwhelming.

"You can't change prophesy."

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

the weather

the trees

the breeze

takes me back to me

[m-writingphase]

12/03/03

dear diary,

i think i found him

i don't even know him and he doesn't know me but there's this feeling...that we'll be inseparable.

he's just- him.

i hope he thinks the same.

12/03/23

it's been a while since i wrote in here.

i'm surprised i didn't burn this diary sooner

but one more entry can't hurt, right?

so, dear diary,

he died.

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

*happy skipping*

[m-writingphase]

as much as you hate yourself, i will never see you the way you see you.

#*scribble scribble*

[m-writingphase]

she had tears in her eyes as she looked at the place she once called home. small fires still burning. “goodbye.”

#<<brokenly beloved