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Stop Before its too LateWhat would it have been like If we grew old together?
What would it have been like if everything worked out?
I can't keep thinking like this... trying to change the past is impossible!
Selflessness leads to selfishness leads to Jealously which leads to depression.
Being right on the verge of depression I know what i'm talking about!
I can't keep living thinking everything is going to work out... Its not going to work out. Its over!
Whats done is done! I just need to accept that! I need to focus on the road infront of me.
Let done be done...
Fight To the DeathWar is an inevitable part of life. People fight for land. For money. For their loved ones. For their lovers. For their country. For their survival! And also we fight against ourselves! There will never be peace on earth! There won't be a moment of silence when the war stops. The war rages on in my mind. As of now, everyone is my enemy. You! You! and you! Fight till the end! Don't give in now! Listen, war is an awefull thing! But if you wish to survive you must push on and FIGHT!
Fight. Dont be afraid trust yourself! Your not gone nor is your home. Although the tears flood your face you must fight!!!
No matter what happens you will be honoured! I promise.
Please don't give in! There is so much more you need to do. Save us, but save yourself from yourself first! Fight till the end, the end of time.
What are you fighting for? Us. Fight for us! we will always be here for you! Please fight till the end.
The End is near. All hope must be restored! You're our only
The HeartListen.... Can you hear it?
Do you know what that is?
Its my heart. ba-boom ba-boom, Constantly beating, until the day I die.
Listen... I think it beats for you.
Every heart does. You know?
It always beats for something or even someone. Don't talk just listen. Listen to my heart.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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