LIFE IF LIFE........
You may know me as one of those "popular kids" who is always hanging out with friends and blah,blah, blah but when all that's taken away from you when the absolute love of your life say "I HATE YOU" your world comes to a stop. For three years me and Bri were in total smitten of each other. We always were together, and always laughing and having fun. Even though we weren't your loving farytail we <;--More-->still had love for one another. We went three years not ksing, and when you want to spend time together only for each others company, instead of what the other can offer you know your in love. And finally that day came when she saw me kiss my cousin good bye(not romanticly, but as in a family kiss.) She didn't know she was my cousin, so she tells me to my face that were breaking up, and in the middle of the hall way I start to bust out in tears. With my heart ripped out of me and stabbed, all of my guy friends arelaughing at me, whileI'm on the floor crying my eyes out, while the love of my life walks away withno mercy of bring my heart back.
LIFE..........ITS OWN MEANING..........
Why do I go day by day, stopping my self from ending it all? Is it because I'm afraid of what happens when I'm dead? People say, when you die you rest for all eturnity, in the most incredible place of all. Where streets are paved with gold, and people never gring their teeth. But if your heart is heavier than a feather, then you burn in a lake of flames for all eturnity. Her name was Emily... at first an ordinary girl, who I saw and hung out on the weekends, then to buying the occasional gift for. Next thing I knew I was having the most beautiful day of my life with her... (virginity.) We lived and loved for six long years, she took the greast days of my life with her when she left, all the times through heart ache, and hearted love. She was there for me, and I was there for her. But the day my heart was ripped from my chest was the worst beggining of the start of the last days of my life, (indepth thinking, but makes perfect sense if your good with grammer.) So now I remain
clueless everyday of why I never saw her again. We were ready for a full day of fun and excitment, but when I woke up she was gone. With people make fun of people like me of the "perfectly wrong love story" with movies of comedy, joking around with my life, thining it's "ha-ha larious," (critic phrase.) Maybe I should show them all how "funny," it is for people like me. Maybe I should just... This was writen not based off my life, but I'm sure there are many people in this world that feel like this. Once again this was written as a fiction essay... Thanks for Reading, please give advise, and comments... take it easy though I'm only forteen... Thanks Again!
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