It's the nice ones...

As far as I can remember, I always tried to be one of the "nice" girls. Smile, be polite and try to stay out of trouble and cause it for someone else. The thing about nice girls is that we always get taken advantage of. That's not nice. But that's pretty much what happens; get stepped on, walked over, passed over...

One learns and moves on. Keeps trying to be nice. Isn't that we're always taught, to be nice?

There comes a point, however, where the "niceness" disappears and in comes the bitch. Now this girl knows what she wants and best of all; how to get it! The world is in her hand and controls everyone with her fingertips. She's feared and wanted.

I've become one. I avoid closeness to people to divert my self from any feeling and pain. It's funny now thinking about how I used to be. But, I like myself now.

The boyfriends of the nice girls can't get enough of me. They call me, they want me. The downside is that they don't love me. But, it's the nice ones that always suffer.

One more

Give me one more chance
to bend over backwards,
stretch, crawl and dance around
your indecisions and confusion
Watch me move forward
Still, you see me standing
only in one place
All I ask is to see my face
See the look in my eyes
And trust that I want us
I will never again lie
Give me once more try
to become to one you want
The one that makes you smile
Know that I'm there to hold your hand

Twists and turns

Every mistake, every wrong turn
pushed you farther away from me
Now every road that narrows down
led me straight to you again, finally

I can see you, standing at the end
So close, I can almost get you now
I just can't seem to know when
I just can't seem to know how

I don't want to keep getting lost
No, I don't want to keep losing you

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Life is funny. I wish I could give you the details, but I've ruined so much with my words... or lack thereof. I am, however, excited to have someone back in my life, even if not entirely. But for the time being, I'm stupidly happy.

That is all.

Smile people...

Title Unrelated

It's weird thinking about a person so much and know that that person is probably not thinking about you at all.

It's weird having that person haunt your dreams every night and that even by just closing your eyes you can see that person.

It's weird when every little thing reminds you of that person. And that every single song seems to be about that person.

It's weird how hearing that person's name can make your heart feel like it's about to burst out of your chest.

What's even weirder is knowing you will never have that person.

Maybe because you think you're just not good enough for that. Or you lack the courage to say these things to that person. Or simply it could just be because that person doesn't care how much you would give for, well, said person.

Isn't it all just so fucking weird how you can spend all your time loving someone that will never ever love you back?

There's nothing that can bring back that time. Not for you or I. There's not enough hope that can make up for it either, or justify it.

But still, oddly enough, some of us will continue to waste time around that person. Even if that person already has another life, with time well spent, and it isn't anywhere near you.

Some of us will still lose sleep over that person.
Some of us will still associate every song with that person.
Of course, some of us will waste every second thing about that damn person.

And that, my friend, is weird. But more importantly, that's life.

I Like...

I like that there are words like "flabbergasted".
I like the fact that the phobia of long words is known as Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.
I like how a full Moon looks behind trees.
I like little lamps with really big and bright lightbulbs.
I like how kisses feel in the rain... I like how kisses feel, period.
I like sleeping on the grass.
I like talking to babies and dogs.
I like to hold hands.
I like listening to music before going to sleep.
I like listening to the Beatles on a rainy day.
I like tasting something I had never tasted before.
I like laughing when it's not necessary.
I like my friends and I like that they like me back.
I like things that don't make sense.
I like the freedom to dislike things.
I like being in love
and I like that the world is filled with things I can like.

Don't let the overly complicated things cast a shadow over those wonderful little things.

I'd Save You From The Zombies But I'm Too Busy Not Caring

Pt.1

Emergency News Broadcast:

June 21st, 2008 at 2:15pm, chaos was declared in the small island of Puerto Rico. An unknown virus has stricken the island taking over the human nervous system and turning them into primal, carnivorous beings. Once bitten by one infected, the virus will rapidly course through the blood straight to the brain and this cannot be reversed. The only way to "disarm" the infected... Is by destroying the brain. With nowhere to run to but sea, there is little hope for the citizens of Puerto Rico.

/end broadcast/

-"Close the doors! Close the fuckin' doors!", cried Geenah; a 19 year old girl desperately trying to keep the infected from entering her house. "Shh, shh. You hear that?" She motioned her family to remain quiet while she made out the strange noises coming from the outside. Suddenly, she hears a thud, like a body falling from her roof. Then, her dogs barking furiously and yelps. Silence. One had found a way into her house and ate her dogs.

Geenah - "Fuck! Fuck! They can climb through the roof. How in the Hell...? Great. Motherfucker. The kitchen door won't hold 'em. Hell, he can just put his hand through that useless window door and just open it."
Lucy - "What do we do?" Asked her mom in a tone of despair.
Geenah - "We... We have to kill it."
Ariel - "Are you fucking insane? And have that brain-dead fuck bite us so we turn into that blood-sucking... thing?" Yelled her older cousin at her.
Geenah - "It's not a vampire, idiot. And what do you suggest? Just let it bang the door till all the others wandering the street decide to join the party? I don't know if you noticed, but half the neighborhood is infected."
Ariel - "Ah, Fuck."
Lucy - "Could both of you pleasing stop swearing so damn much? It's bad enough we're trapped in a house surrounded by zombies, but I also have to deal with your grandmother, who's in the room about to go into cardiac arrest. So, your yelling, not helping the situation. AT ALL!"

As Ariel sighed, Geenah pondered for a second and then curiously turned to him and asked: "Can we call them zombies?"
Ariel - "You are such a retard."
Geenah - "Shut up. Um... We should... Stab it in the head. That's all we fucking got in here; kitchen knives."
Ariel - "Are YOU gonna do it? I sure as hell am not. Mm mm, and have that nasty bitch bite off my beautiful face? Nope, don't think so."
Geenah - "GAY! Ughh, fine you pussy. Just open the door slightly and when that infected loser comes in, I just fucking stab it in the head. I mean, there's only one in here and if we get rid of it we can lock the gate to the terrace so no more of those fuckers get in."

As he did just what she told him too, Geenah took the biggest kicthen knife in the house and sliced the head of their infected neighbor. As blood covered their kitchen floor, Geenah smiled realizing she liked killing that zombie more than she thought she would.

Pt.2 The Plan

Ariel stood there for second, wondering what they would do with a kitchen full of blood and a man laying in it. They looked at each other and knew that they had to find a way to get it out of their house.

Geenah: - "We can't keep this in here. It'll stink up the house. Help me drag it out of here."
Ariel: - "To where, the garbage cans outside? Hah, yea right."
Geenah: - "To the yard, I guess. Just dump it out there to rot."
Ariel:- "Sure, but that implies touching him. Won't we get infected too? I need my brain to have sex properly."
Geenah:- "You won't. Look it's like an STD, unless you have an open cut blood can come through, or if you fuck it, you won't get infected. And I don't think that you are that desperate. J-Just get some fucking gloves and help me!"

They proceeded to drag the corpse out of to the kitchen towards their backyard. They struggled with it, but eventually managed to do so. As they stood behind the gate of the house, Geenah and Ariel grew uneasy. The eerie moans of the infected coming from outside the house just perturbed them more so. They knew that if one of them could get inside their house, so could the rest of them, and kitchen knives were not enough to stop a whole neighborhood.

Geenah: - "We can't stay here, y'know?"
Ariel: - "And what do you suggest? Just go out there to the mercy of the Lord, hoping we'll be okay?"
Geenah:- "No. Just. . . I know you only took it for a short while. . . But. . ."
Ariel:- "But what? Out with it, out!"
Geenah:- "Ok, so. I have a plan. . . And it involves you flying a plane." She smiled nervously. "But only a small one."