Looking around the dark, inviting room, thinking of life. It’s funny how আপনি get thrown into things. The room আপনি are in, for whatever reason. The things around you. আপনি must’ve came to like them in some way, how though? Did it capture interest? Is it something a friend has gave you?
How did I get to this point? Feeling fiction from পাঠ করা অথবা লেখা is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be আরো like fictitious characters. I don’t understand my own life these days. All jumbled up, and disconnecting.
Anxiety like panic attacks hit me randomly. Especially when thinking of fiction. হৃদয় races, nausea, dizzy spells, sometimes hallucinations, mainly when up a three a.m.
Closed-off, grumpy, thoughtful, manipulative, private, shy, ignorance despising, hypocritical just a few words to describe me. Everyone can be hypocritical. We are all so cruel in our own way.
No one can comfort me, nor do I feel anyone will listen. The ones who would, I’m terrified to talk to. I’ve driven myself to the point I feel like প্রণয় isn’t real, and I’m silenced, and broken. I’m a fake, supportive, third wheel. I’m a sad head case that’s why I refuse to unload on anyone. I seem pathetic, even to myself.
I want to sob, yet I can’t seem to find tears anymore. They’ve evaporated. A few people make my হৃদয় crack when my eyes fall upon them. আরো tears gone. My hate toward প্রণয় grows.
A close friend, she jumps on me for treating guys as if they’re disposable. I know she is right. Why do I? No one holds interest, commitment problems, scared, annoyance, I don’t know! I don’t know if I believe in love, অথবা not. I want to, but its risky.
What is love? An orgasm with a lover? An I প্রণয় আপনি from your mother? A pat on the back from your best friend forever? A peck on the cheek from the boy পরবর্তি door, অথবা the last চুম্বন on the lips from an older couple saying goodbye? But there is no goodbye. For, we প্রণয় even in death. There is no till death do we part.
Life will neve ber fully comprehendible. Never an answer to the why. Live, and don’t wait to die! Push it back, for it will cause worry, and anxiety. Live with happiness, not fear, and think about this for you’ve never thought of it before. Though, its has been ব্যক্ত more, and more.
You only live once. আপনি have a good forty years at the least. Four decades if your lucky. If your really lucky, longer. Then, your gone, no house, no friends, no air, no body, nothing, but your soul, and the afterlife. This is it, so make it count.
No. I refuse to let myself be roped back into this…must...break…free…before...all….hell…breaks loose……….
Black…It’s all black…
How did I get to this point? Feeling fiction from পাঠ করা অথবা লেখা is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be আরো like fictitious characters. I don’t understand my own life these days. All jumbled up, and disconnecting.
Anxiety like panic attacks hit me randomly. Especially when thinking of fiction. হৃদয় races, nausea, dizzy spells, sometimes hallucinations, mainly when up a three a.m.
Closed-off, grumpy, thoughtful, manipulative, private, shy, ignorance despising, hypocritical just a few words to describe me. Everyone can be hypocritical. We are all so cruel in our own way.
No one can comfort me, nor do I feel anyone will listen. The ones who would, I’m terrified to talk to. I’ve driven myself to the point I feel like প্রণয় isn’t real, and I’m silenced, and broken. I’m a fake, supportive, third wheel. I’m a sad head case that’s why I refuse to unload on anyone. I seem pathetic, even to myself.
I want to sob, yet I can’t seem to find tears anymore. They’ve evaporated. A few people make my হৃদয় crack when my eyes fall upon them. আরো tears gone. My hate toward প্রণয় grows.
A close friend, she jumps on me for treating guys as if they’re disposable. I know she is right. Why do I? No one holds interest, commitment problems, scared, annoyance, I don’t know! I don’t know if I believe in love, অথবা not. I want to, but its risky.
What is love? An orgasm with a lover? An I প্রণয় আপনি from your mother? A pat on the back from your best friend forever? A peck on the cheek from the boy পরবর্তি door, অথবা the last চুম্বন on the lips from an older couple saying goodbye? But there is no goodbye. For, we প্রণয় even in death. There is no till death do we part.
Life will neve ber fully comprehendible. Never an answer to the why. Live, and don’t wait to die! Push it back, for it will cause worry, and anxiety. Live with happiness, not fear, and think about this for you’ve never thought of it before. Though, its has been ব্যক্ত more, and more.
You only live once. আপনি have a good forty years at the least. Four decades if your lucky. If your really lucky, longer. Then, your gone, no house, no friends, no air, no body, nothing, but your soul, and the afterlife. This is it, so make it count.
No. I refuse to let myself be roped back into this…must...break…free…before...all….hell…breaks loose……….
Black…It’s all black…
what a stupid! love! love! love! "i প্রণয় love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
প্রণয় is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , আপনি can't even define it. আপনি know why? because it isn't there! that's why আপনি can't say i am in প্রণয় and say the same word after two years অথবা two days.
আপনি see, if it worked with your lover, আপনি 'll say আপনি loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
আপনি are all stupid, lovers!
আপনি aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
আপনি may not believe me now, but আপনি will, in few years in your life.
প্রণয় is a legend.
প্রণয় is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , আপনি can't even define it. আপনি know why? because it isn't there! that's why আপনি can't say i am in প্রণয় and say the same word after two years অথবা two days.
আপনি see, if it worked with your lover, আপনি 'll say আপনি loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
আপনি are all stupid, lovers!
আপনি aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
আপনি may not believe me now, but আপনি will, in few years in your life.
প্রণয় is a legend.
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do আপনি see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When আপনি look at the world আপনি always see the small things. আপনি never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised দ্বারা ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… অথবা never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but আপনি ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When আপনি look at the world আপনি always see the small things. আপনি never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised দ্বারা ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… অথবা never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but আপনি ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be প্রবন্ধ worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two বন্ধু are Sirens ( a different kind than আপনি think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring আগুন and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were বন্ধু and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this হারিয়ে গেছে sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were বন্ধু and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it অথবা leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down দ্বারা the river
অথবা other times দ্বারা her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever দ্বারা her side
She’s avoided দ্বারা everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down দ্বারা the river
অথবা other times দ্বারা her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever দ্বারা her side
She’s avoided দ্বারা everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…