4 Gunshots

And without a second thought she killed her entire family.
People hated her for that. They said she was a murderer. But not once did anyone notice that she had killed 4 people who were murderers themselves.
They had exploited her. She killed them so that she could survive. If she hadn't used that gun that day, she would have perished.
Those people had murdered her every single day for 19 long years and she couldn't take that anymore.
While the gun was in her hand, she knew that if she thought for one more second she wouldn't be able to do it. So she took one deep breath and shot all 4 of them one by one. There was blood all over the place.
After the 4th gun shot, every thing was silent. Finally she could breathe.
A feeling of peace engulfed her.
She was free at last.

Queen Of Pop

Lady GaGa : Queen of Pop

When I Was Younger

When I was younger, I'd put my arms in my shirt and tell people I lost my arms.
I would restart the video game whenever I knew I was going to lose.
I slept with all the stuffed animals as a child so that none of them would get offended.
I had that pen with 4 different colors, and tried to push all the buttons at once.
I poured soda into the cap of the bottle and would act like I was taking shots.
The hardest decision was choosing which Nintendo game to play.
I would wait behind a door to scare someone, then leave because they took too long to come out or i had to pee.
I faked being asleep so that I could be carried to bed.
I used to think that the moon followed my car.
I watched 2 drops of rain roll down the window and I would pretend it was a race.
I went to the computer just to use paint.
The only fake friends I had were the invisible ones.
I used to sing in the shower. (Now? I make life decisions in there)
If i ever swallowed a fruit seed, I was scared to death that a tree was going to grow in my tummy.
What was I thinking?

Psychoville

If you were looking for a sign, this is it!
Go for it!

There are a hell lot of places I want to visit! Well, my original plan was to take a tour after college but I guess that won't be possible. I ain't one of those girls with rich parents, so I'll have to earn my own money and earning that kind of money takes time. What I really want is to be alone. I want to explore the world, but alone. Its time I got out of this society. I'm not the type of person who will stay in one city all their life, do a job, etc. I am not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 AM. I'm gunshots muffled by a few city blocks. I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't really see the lightning, but you can hear the echoes.

Pretty <3

I'm so obsessed with high heels right now ^_^

She Is Alone

She started talking to him for a reason. He resembled someone from her past. But eventually she grew fond of him. As they started talking more and more, she started drinking less of that poison. He became her emotional anchor and stress buster.
Before he came into her life, landing up unconscious after a series of uncontrollable vomits and seizures was a way of life for her. It was her escape, her refuge. Being sober hadn't got her anywhere and being drunk obliterated the possibility. She knew how to get out of trouble. But more than that, she knew how to get into trouble. Things changed when he came by.
But he couldn't commit to her. And she never blamed him for that. No one would ever commit to a girl who was a drunkard, a chain smoker, an antisocial bipolar bitch.
She had always been alone, so it was more of a habit for her now. But sometimes, late at night when she was unable to sleep, she wondered whether someone will understand what she really was.
She was yet to see.

My Personal Loss

Everyone has certain priorities set aside in their lives. With time and circumstances, these priorities change. And so does people. But in most of the cases, misunderstanding form a vital part of the reason why people and their priorities change, after a certain incident or gradually with passing time. Even our surroundings are somewhat responsible for our changing priorities.
I don't feel good about the fact that my best friend doesn't live in the same city anymore, as I do. We don't have any misconceptions about each other *touch wood* but she lives in a different city now, has different friends and gradually will come closer to those people. And we will drift away.
I regret losing my best friend like that.
This void will never be filled.
Ever.