Sarcasmic

Like, orgasmic, but in a sarcasm sense.

Anywho, some writings after hearing about some recent events.

Depression sets in slowly

savouring the spread of the disease

but fighting it at the same time

wanting to be free

but secretly enjoying it.

Melancholic.

Silent pleas of frustration

mouthed, never spoken

a feeling of desertion

your world spins

everyone is happy

everyone but you

but who are you exactly

just a face with a name

infiltrating invisibility

cloaked in your own remorse, your own regrets

Always feeling

Like a bomb exploded, leaving you barren land

empty soil, no inhabitants

there's no interest from the outside world

you are unwanted.

~

Sarcastic rush:

Trade your freedom for your memories, or do the reverse, as long as the outcome is not painful. Escape, flee if need be, but do not confront. If you confront, you may just have to deal with the problem at hand. Push it aside, pretend it's not there, you'll get by just fine. This will work, all your life, no one will question your motives. Douse photo's in fire, on the beach, make it comparable to the burn of the sun if you have too. Just never confront, never get through, never solve anything.

I really fucking love it when people go back on their word.

Opinions are devious things, devious, malicious, thought provoking things.

Example:

I think Aaron is hot, that's my opinion, and Kelley's. Aaron is in denial.

I also think that I'm losing friends rapidly. Though the only on that's being tormented by it is me.

I also think that being forced to do an independant studies project that limits your creativity, by forbidding some things, and pressing Alicia for time is incredibly stupid.

P.s. I'm an archer slash assassin slash theif slash death magic master. (Glowsticks are my tools kay thanks) While also providing the comic relief.