Life Goes On

 Author's Note:" If one of my friends was hurt or emotionally unstable this is what I would say to them."

I like how you light up a room with your smile, yet you don't even notice.I like how you have everything yet you still want more.I like how all the boys fancy you yet you don't want them.

I like how you don't change for anyone.I like how your indecisive.

 But the truth is I don't just like all those things about you I love them. So stop focusing on you and start focusing on your surroundings, people who care about you, people like me.

Look someone somewhere is dying of heartache and someone somewhere else is dying of joy. Someone somewhere is crying happy tears of joy, and someone somewhere else is crying of fear.  But I don't want you anywhere accept for by my side, helping me as we start a new chapter in our lives. Also, here's a reality check, don't worry about what is happening now because, LIFE GOES ON!!!

Depression

Author's Note: " Depression can define you, but only if you let it."

Don’t let people influence you to do what they’re doing. Don’t let peer pressure define who you are.Don’t cut yourself because people made you feel inferior:no one can make you feel inferior without your own consent. Listen I know how it feels, to sense that you are unwanted, unloved, unappreciated, it hurts more than a dagger through the heart.  No one said growing up was easy but it certainly isn’t impossible.

People change, different things take president over others. Friends drift apart, you meet new people: just don’t lose yourself along the way. Never allow yourself to change for someone else, you are prefect just the way you are.  At no time should you be anyone else but yourself,you could risk losing everything that makes you you. Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game. So stand up straight and never let depression freeze you life at this moment, here, now,: because one of these days you’ll pinch yourself and realize that this isn’t a dream. It is a matter of fact your own living nightmare,where dreams don’t come true.

The Pressures of Growing Up

 Author's Note: "Growing up, not fun, but not impossible."

Ahh, the pressures of growing up. People are changing, my friends are developing new interests. Friends that you used to be good friends with are suddenly drifting apart. It’s not an easy thing for anyone to understand. Sometimes I wish I could just live in this moment: here, right now, forever, But I know I can’t.  just want a break from all the drama. Gossip moves faster than a race-car. I feel need a break from all of it, to regroup and remember who I really am. Its a good thing break is right around the corner because that  will be a good time to look back and remember me. I think I lost myself while trying to blend in with the crowd.

The Story of Love

 Author's Note: " Love, the language the blind can see and the deaf can hear."
                                    -Anonymous

Love, there isn’t much to say. I have no words. Love leaves you speechless, even heartbroken at times. But that’s a devastating reality. How are you supposed to love someone that loves them self more than they love you? How are you supposed to love someone who is greedier than Scrooge? How are you supposed to react to someone who asks you to dance. What should you do? How are you supposed to love someone that thinks their always right? Only God knows the answer, everything is in his plans, he sees the best in you even on your worst days. That’s what love is, a feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do but just having fun doing it. Live in the moment; don’t stop believing in love, cause if you do than I will too.

The Memories I Will Never Let Go

 Author's Note: "When you are dying what memories will come flooding back to you?"

The Titanic: One of the greatest ships that ever got to sail the seas. That’s what some people call it. I was one of the passengers, I drowned before they could save me, before I had even lived. I was 23 when the ship and everyone it plunged to their deaths. I remember it vividly, sometimes I even wake up in the middle of the night dramatized by the deadly nightmares I get about what all happened that night.I will never forget it.

How did I die? Well I either drowned like so many did or I froze to my death, one or the other. Does it really matter, to be honest I don’t really know. All I know is that I only have a few memories from when I was living. I remember my first  day of kindergarten, making new friends, constructing pipe-cleaner caterpillars, learning what the answer to 2+2 is.  My Junior Prom, standing in front of all those people, winning the crown that all my classmates dreamed of receiving, that night was my Cinderella story. Also, I remember my high school graduation, giving the speech to all the parents, explaining to them that we were old enough to go to college and become individuals. My wedding day, oh, looking back at it, that was one of the best days that happened in my life. The perfect dress, the perfect  location, the perfect groom, but one thing was missing, my father. He had passed away a long time ago, before I was 15, times were hard but we always managed to scrape up pennies for bread and butter. Then i Iy first child, my pride and joy, we had just managed to save her before, before, we died. I gave her to the officer and then fell into the water, still holding her tiny bonnet. I kept a stiff and strong grasp on that bonnet, because after-all it was all I had left of her. 

Now my daughter is 87, still standing strong, I’m just happy she got to live the life I never did. I will see her soon though, after all it isn’t about winning, its about how you play the game.

Jacob or Edward?? Neither!

Author's Note: "Team Edward or Team Jacob?"

Twilight is a very appropriate form of bad literature and I will prove it to you.
For starters  Twilight is a 498 page book yet reader’s do not figure out that plot is in fact not Bella and Edward’s love until page 321. Also in Twilight Edward watches Bella sleep and she is surprisingly okay with that. If my boyfriend snuck into my house every night to watch me sleep I would be creeped out!  Also in the fourth book of the series Jacob imprints on Bella and Edwards baby, a lot of reader’s do not understand what it means for a wolf to imprint on a human. It means that when the baby grows up he is going to marry her. CREEPY!!!! Also Edward was a vampire right, plan and simple, yet not once does the book use the word fang. Also in “Twilight” Bella is 17 years old, and Edward is hitting on her even though he is 109 years old. And last but not least vampires are supposed to be scary yet Edward is a die-heart romantic. VAMPIRES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ETERNAL DEMONS!!! DEMONS!!!!

The End of Time

    My eyes fluttered open, I saw a light so bright I didn’t know what to make of it. I kept blinking, only because of light’s intense brightness. Where am I, I thought to myself, am I in heaven: it’s about time.  I know, I know, no one’s life is perfect, but, mine, mine was perfect, well until things took a sharp turn for the worst. I had the perfect clothes, the hottest boy in school, a starting place on the varsity soccer team as a freshman, and even good grades, until the day my life metamorphosed into a nightmare, except when I tried to pitch myself I didn’t wake up.
    After what felt like forever, but probably ended up being approximately 1 minute, my eyes adjusted to the light. But, I wasn’t in heaven, in fact I was in the complete opposite. I was in a place where the sun burned down on your shoulder’s,a place where the grass was up to my thighs, a place where there was no one to be found for thousands of miles, a place where the wild animals would feast on human flesh, a place where I thought the stars always shone brighter than anywhere else in the world. I knew where I was. I was in the huge wild-lands that were once known to the world as Africa.
    I had no where to go and nothing to, no one to care for me or love me, no one to comfort me when I get scared. I was utterly and completely alone. I didn’’t know where I belonged, I remembered nothing except for blacking out in the dark.Did I get lost? Did someone leave me here? Did I run away from home? I had no idea. There was nothing to do but try to at least find shelter, before dark. I walked for about 50 miles before all the moisture in my mouth evaporated into the air. Just as I was about to black-out again, I saw it, a small creek, but that wasn’t even the best part, there was a quaint house just to the right of the creek. I ran there as fast as my exhausted legs could possibly carry me. I was so uncommonly thirsty so I didn’t even bother knocking. I put my hand on the rusty bronze doorknob and just barged in. There was a huge set of books to my left, a dining table to my right, and a kitchen straight ahead. I headed strait for the kitchen, desperate to find some water. I saw faucet and turned the handle on the right:immediately running water spitted out of the faucet. I was so overwhelmed with excitement that I didn’t even bother to look for a cup, I just stuck my head under the sink and gulped as down as much water as my stomach could hold.
          I felt stone cold hands grab my shoulders with a very prevailing force. A bandanna was tied around around my head covering my mouth, but it didn’t matter because there was no one around for thousands of miles, so no one would hear even my loudest screams.
          Suddenly in a low voice the man calmly proclaimed,” Stand still and there will not be a problem.”
I stood there motionless not knowing what to do next. The mysterious man pressed something against the top of my back, directly on my spine. Promptly I knew what it was, the man had pressed a gun on my back. Chills ran through my body, who was this person, does he live in this house?I was going to turn around and see who it was, but he pushed me on the ground and everything went black.
          When I awoke I was sitting on a wooden chair in a dimmed room, I was facing a candle-lit desk but no one else was in the room but me. I tried to get out of the chair, but I couldn’t: I looked down and saw the problem, my hands were tied to the chair.Though the good news was that the gag was taken off of my mouth. I was struggling trying to break myself free, I tossed and turned trying to loosen the knots that tied my wrists to the chair.
“The more you try the tired you will make yourself,” said the man.
           Then I realized where he was, the man was behind me. I stated in a calm voice,” Where am I? Who are you?”
“I just happen to be your worst nightmare,” the man announced in a mysterious tone. His deep voice made me infer that he was at least in his late thirties or possibly early forties.
“Oh really,” I declared.
          He replied,”Don’t test me,I can either ask you some questions and let you go, or I could do this the easy way and just murder you now.”
         My body stiffed when he said the word murder. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me next.  
“Who brought you here,” he stated intensely.
“ I don’t know I said, actually I have no idea, I never planned to come hear,” I replied.
“Tell me the truth,” he said angrily.
“That is the truth!”, I was shouting now.
          He walked directly in front on me,”So I guess its going to be the hard way.”
          I sat there in the chair preparing for the worst.
“Any last words?” He stated mischievously.
          I didn’t dare say anything.
          He stood there,pulled the gun out of his pocket slowly, pointed it at me, and pulled the trigger. The bullet came racing towards my core so fast I almost didn’t see it because it moved at such an extraordinarily fast speed. It hit me. An undeniable pain struck through my body. I couldn’t stop myself, I was screaming to he point of no return.
          I always thought when people said that their life flashed before their eyes while they were dying was just a myth, but I really saw my life flash before my eyes. My first day of kindergarten, my first day of high school, my Junior Prom, my graduation from high school and college, my wedding day, the day my baby was born. I evened remembered my name now, “Madison Dorisen”. How was it that I remembered all of this now? I didn’t understand. All I know is that the gates to heaven opened when I made my arrival. The angels sung and I was reunited with my daughter, husband, parents, and my brothers and sisters. I knew I was gonna be just fine.After all everything happens for a reason.