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just a quote.

"How do you call, what we have love, when you dont even notice, the look upon my face, yeah, i've done this before, you'll be sorrier when i'm gone..."

This song is "You Waited Too Long" By Blue October. I love this band. I love this quote. I can relate so much to this lyric.
Have you ever lost someone, and you thought it was your fault because you didnt say what youw anted too?
What about them? What about their part? If they love you, shouldnt they want to stay with you, regardless of whether you say something or not? words are... just words. They change nothing.

My new story! A non fanfic.(Yikes!)

The heat of the desert pounded on my back and shoulders, the sun blinding me to the point of having to turn on up my anti-glare feed. I flicked my finger tips, and a screen appeared in front of my eyes, like a computer inside my head. I scrolled down to my anti-glare feed and turned up the magnitude with my fingers, as if turning up an imaginary dial. My pupils and irises darkened in color, a shady film flicking over them so that I could see my environment more clearly.
MY breathing suit was caked with dirt so that the organic spores no longer let as much air to my skin as it should,

MAYBE I'M HONESTLY NOT MEANT TO BE A WRITER, BECAUSE, NOW, MY COMPUTER WONT OPEN MY STORY!!!!!!!!
FIRST- I lost both of my stories on my sister's computer.
THEN- I get my own computer and i think, oh wow! yay! I get to write on my own time! huray!!
AND NOW- MY FREAKING COMPUTER WONT OPEN MY STORY!!!!!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY OH WHY, OH WHY, OH WHYYYYYYYYY??????!!!!!!
Maybe this is punishment for giving up on my fanfics! Ugh.... I hate technology. SOmeone buy me a type writer please, and i'll be fine. I'll be PERRRRFECTLY fine!!!!!!

Here we Go...

I cant deny i've been ignoring this post for as long as i could. but. time has slipped WAY too quick.
I know a lot of you guys might be upset with me for this post but i cant help it.
I am releasing my stories to you guys, finish them as you so desire. I'm grating my fingernails against the keys of my coomputer because i'm DREADING your guys' reaction...
But i've decided that if i'm gonna write anything, i would rather try to do something other than a fanfic. I need indipendence in my thoughts and idea's rather than sticking to the world of someone else's creativity, you know?
These

OH NO!

MY ENTIRE STORY HAS BEEN DELETED! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I JUST WENT TO GO FINALLY WRITE MORE, AND THEN???? IT'S GONE! IT'S ALLLLL GONE! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
anyone else having a bad day?
X0X... ROCK ON KILLJOYS ...X0X
~KickStart.

We're all OKAY...- Part 2

I felt like crying. So. Many. People. So many. I couldn’t stand it. I wished that I could float away, just fade against the wall, melt into the floor. I knew that Gerard and the others could tell that I was almost having a panic attack, because they would each practically take turns putting their hands on my shoulders, and when I turned to them, they would just shoot me a glance that asked if I was okay. I just smiled at them all. Extreme claustrophobia is bad thing to have in New York City.
“No way…” Gerard said as he looked at my schedule.
“WHat?” I asked, he looked back at me

We're all Okay...-Part 3.

My stomach was flipping over and over again as I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair seemed frizzier then normal, my face more… Frecklier. If that was a word.
I was wearing a pair of dark red skinny jeans, a pair of black and red checkered suspenders, a white t-shirt, and my brown oxford shoes.
I looked… I don’t know. Normally I would think that this outfit was cute, but then again… Now? I looked short, fat, and frumpy.
I turned to look at my door as someone knocked on it.
“Come in.” I said, and Caleb walked in.
“I’m glad to see you can knock.” I said snappily.

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 39.

It's short, but the next weekend i'm gonna be working alot and idk when i will be able to post next, so i figured i would go ahead and give ya this!
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“Jet?” I heard from over my shoulder. I closed my notebook and turned to the source of the voice. Ink was standing there, wearing a pair of too big pajama pants and one of her t-shirts. I felt my throat close up at the realization that they were my pajama pants she was wearing.
She grabbed the material in her palms and spread out the legs of the pants.
“I think we got a bit of mix up in the laundry.

We're all OKAY... - Part 2.

The first customer was RUDE. I kept looking back at Gerard who was standing in the little corner of the back office right behind the counter, and he was trying desperately not to bust up laughing.
“Is this everything?” I asked as I finished wringing up his two cd’s. He looked at me like I was an idiot. He had dark hair, slicked up into a faux-hawk, and down on the ides. He had pretty chocolate brown eyes, but his attitude was making his very unattractive.
“No, I’m just up here for no reason.” He snapped at me. I just thinned my lips into a fine line like smile.
“Okay, that’ll

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 38.

It is a bit short, but here ya GOOOOOO!!!! ENJOY!
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I sat there on my bed, thinking about how nothing seemed to be going right. I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my eye. Nothing could ever turn right for me.
I looked over at the door, wishing that Kobra would walk in. But then again, I couldn’t help but realize that even if he did? I wouldn’t show him what I was thinking. I hated being guarded, but I knew that there wouldn’t be much that I could do about that.
I closed my eyes, flashes flicking through my head, flashed of memories, of

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