How do you go from talking to someone everyday, to rarely acknowledging each other?And why is it that you don't start loving someone until they're gone?
the smell of raw blood rose into the night. blood dripped down from her face, and it trickled down to her lips. she could taste blood now, the raw taste of blood. what was once a beautiful face was now disfigured and it was as if the mask she put on everyday had been torn away, revealing her inner ugliness.
she looked up at the stars; what used to be beautiful and a shining ray of hope for her. now she's looking up at them and thinking, "look at all those stars, look at how goddamn ugly they are."
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I was so bored, decided to take out the spare candles in the house and played with fire :)
I only hate the part when I had to clean up, very irritating. :( All the burnt bits, and that my room smelt like it was burnt down. I sprayed perfume (HAHA) so that the smell will go away and won't make my brother suspect that I've been playing with, well, fire.
And the fact that I smell like smoke now.
And strangely, I wasn't scared of the fire, especially when it got bigger. I wasn't scared of the heat and I didn't felt pain when I accidentally brushed my hand against the fire. I didn't notice that my hands were covered with the wax from the candle, till I looked at my hands. :/
Oh yeah, and I dreamed that A and B broke up because A cheated on B and B was so hurt, he seek solace from me and then A was so angry, she started hurting me and doing things that made me look bad, etcetc ... and the ending of the dream, I died. LOOOOOOOL. I have funny dreams :)
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