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Midnight Visits - Chapter TwoChapter Two: The First Dream

My dreams were not in high spirits. Even as I was traveling in my subconscious I know that in reality I was rolling in a cold sweat on the edge of my bed. Once I entered my dark abyss of dreams, I was caught in a whirlwind of murky scenes and sounds and smells and other senses I would never be able to decipher, like emotions exploding into realizations, and feelings melted with judgment, and other occurrences that have never been heard of or recorded ever before. It was bitter cold wherever I was. I smelled fresh innocence around me, untouched atmosphere. I was getting chills up and down Midnight Visits - Chapter Two
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Midnight Visits - Chapter OneChapter 1: The Great and Powerful Melly
The horrors began early Thursday morning. Simple measures that seemed trivial, but in total reality were just small bits leading up to the final blow. I woke up feeling dizzy, disoriented and somewhat nauseous.
‘Crap,’ I thought, clutching my stomach, ‘A day before the big dance.’ I thought that to myself, but inside I was a bit relieved. I couldn’t go to the dance without a date, and if I was sick that meant I didn’t have to ask someone. It’s not that I don’t like junior prom, as a matter of fact Midnight Visits - Chapter One
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Midnight Visits - ProloguePrologue
What have I gotten myself into? I thought this question over and over again, because that's all I could do in a situation like this. I was having a meltdown. There's only so much my mind can hold before it drains itself in a state of blind panic. I was able to snag that one question before it hit the emptying black hole. What have I gotten myself into? My eyes couldn't see. I couldn't see anything that was visible less than a moment ago. I was blind to that crumpled tale of lies in my hand. "She'll be safe, a Midnight Visits - Prologue
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Why Must Love Be Oh So Emo?

Mon Dec 8, 2008, 4:27 PM

Mood: Sadness
Listening to: Savin' Me by Nickelback
Reading: Random lyrics
Eating: Italian Ice [Strawberry Flavored]

I hate him.

Oh how I hate how he makes me smile. I hate the way he says my name. I hate it when he looks at me with those gorgeous eyes. I hate every bit of him.

Because no matter how great he can be, he isn't all I make him out to be. He's nice sometimes. But most other times he's a jerk who treats me like crap. But some days he's great. Fantastic. Wonderful. And then some days he acts like I don't exist, and I'm wounded to the core.

I hate how much I love him when I shouldn't.

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Interests: horses, anime, music, anything that has the word "emo" in it. ;D
Favourite movie: Edward Scissorhands
Favourite band or musician: My Chemical Romance <33
Favourite genre of music: Rock/Punk/Emo/Alternative
Favourite artist: too many to listeh. :PPP
Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
Favourite style of art: Traditional [?]
MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic 80GB
Favourite game: Age of the Empires II or III
Favourite cartoon character: InuYasha
Personal Quote: "When life hands you lemons, make applejuice and have everyone wonder how you did."
Tools of the Trade: A pencil. Duh.

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I have grown tired of the world around me and wish for eternal slumber. If you can give me that then I will give you peace of mind.