thejustine

where does poe go?

this has been eating away at the back of my mind for a couple days now. edgar allen poe. he wrote some pretty dark shit, and then some. but was he a bad guy? its not meant to make him seem like a good one, i am honestly clueless to whether he was a good… Continue reading where does poe go?

i dont care anymore, i hate her

god, my mom doestn understand.. she hates my best friend because of how she dresses, black, chains, short black hair.. she doesnt get that i dont care what anne looks like, that what matters is that she has been there, and been my friend for a while now, and all the rest of our group… Continue reading i dont care anymore, i hate her

this is a different point of religious view from the one i had before

ok. i know i wrote before that i didnt believe in god and satan. i still hold strong on the satan doesnt exist thing. all we want is an excuse for our faults, or for what we do. if the god loves us as much as he/she says, (im just gonna call god and it)… Continue reading this is a different point of religious view from the one i had before

Insanity: a poem

A little voice whispered to me “Stray a little and come see what wonders i can show you but only if you shall choose”

i do not believe… or at least i do not know…

i am not sure if i believe if there is a god or not. i am debating. i cannot explain how everything happened. i am going on the the big bang theory. my friends ask how could this happen, and how did this happen? i cannot give answers, not can i be expected to believe… Continue reading i do not believe… or at least i do not know…

sometimes… god how i hate things.

i can’t stand to here her talk about my dad that way. she is always calling his an asshole and other shit, even when i ask her not to. she told me it was all my fault, the reason they go to court, the reason it’s miserable.

they don’t know me

they think they know me, but i am like an actor in a play, only showing what i want the public to see. i have so many unsaid things inside of me, i just wish i could get them all out, but i can’t, there is no one i trust enough for they have not… Continue reading they don’t know me

she hides from him, the man who calls himself her father.

Crying, she runs into the shadowns, hiding from the man the calls himself her father. All her life, she’s ran into shadows, they are her escape, her place to run. She is so thin, she seems like a shadow herself.

Short stories- i have never written short stories before…

She runs. Runs away, runs from herself, trying to lose herself. She wants to die. She wants to leave the world, see what it feels like to be nothing. She has no friends.