I guess that first impressions matter more than what the average person is willing to admit. When I met Alice, she was this beautiful girl that caught me at first glance. Quite stern and calm, irradiating confidence. Honestly, I could only dream of dating a girl like her. Of course, to my surprise, she had a thing for me as well. We had fun after the first rehearsal for a few cover songs from our favorite bands. Yet every time I remember that day, I can't help but to smile and feel a bit embarrassed about my behavior. I guess I have grown more confident since then. As it turns out, she is actually quite sweet and loving. A little meek once she reveals her true self.
In silence, I have watched as you raged. Understanding your reasons, yet with a sword in hand, you slice the arms that can no longer cease a shield's protection. I never wanted to disappoint you, yet I stand unwilling to respond in the same way.
- The story of a town you should not visit -
Hello again. This is Axel, writing to you from a notebook that I hope no one will discover yet. Actually, this counts more as my first time writing here since I sent my previous letter through the wind like a paper plane; looking back, it was foolish and desperate. It hasn't been a day since I last wrote something, so I will try to keep this a daily effort, at least until I get out.
Life can be funny, rough, enjoyable, burdening. It is what we make it, but sometimes it is what others make it for us when we let them. We all find pain and joy with every memory we make. A lot of anxiety comes from the past, memories of the things that have happened to us regardless of being good or bad. I'm not here to give you a philosophy lesson, I'm here to tell you what hurts me the most. The fact that I remember that day so clearly, how one thing led to another, and everything seemed to align against me. It was the day I lost everything that I cared for when everything I believed in wasn't right. I wish I was exaggerating, but this time it went too far. Holding on to hope, wishing for just one more moment to change one thing that led to this, maybe, just maybe none of this would've happened. All I have left is to gaze at the stars and ponder upon the thing that never was.
A nine-year-old boy named Tyson, who was moving with his family to an old house, away from civilization. The boy had friends to worry about, but he would never see them again. - Why couldn't we stay at home? They miss us! - Tyson said, - Your father got us a better life, you can't complain! - answered Martha, Tyson's mother. An overwhelming silence invaded the vehicle as they arrived at their new home.