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Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]

The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face

Inside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.

They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t

I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes th

Ignorance Is Bliss Ignorance is bliss. There were never truer words to explain our relationship. I trusted you. I confided in you, and you treated it like it was nothing. Were it not for the fact that I believe in forgiving others despite their deeds, I would never have forgiven you.

I should have known. I should have seen it from the first night I met you, but I wanted someone you as my friend enough I overlooked it. I should have just stopped for five minutes to see who you really were. But I didn’t.

You’re very good at hiding who you are, I’ll give you that. I wonder how long you have been doing that. How many lies did you

I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.

Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,

Important You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
Find your beauty. N

Sleep ParalysisThe demon visited me once again today.

Yes, today. Not tonight or the night before or after; times you’d think a demon would be out. This demon knows no such boundaries, it would seem, and so it usually visits me in the morning.

I lay in bed, having woken up much earlier than I wanted or needed to, with my eyes shut in hopes of remedying the situation. My body relaxed several times, and I felt sleep just within my grasp…
But several times my body found some fault with the split second-imagery of my dreams and jolted me awake, leaving me frustrated, but not deterred.
I would prefer it to what happens next.
The final time I shut

The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,

Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?

Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,

Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?

Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,

Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?

In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,

If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?

Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,

And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,

Oddity is what

Forever LetterDear You,

I've known you for a long time and I thought that we could tell
each other anything, but now I know it isn't true. I knew that
your condition was worsening, but I didn't know it was so bad.
I found out that you had cancer the other day. You tried to hide
it from me, but I found the chemo dates in that pocket in your
bag you thought hid everything from the world. From me. From
me, your only trusted person in the universe. And that's not all
I discovered.

Those chemotherapy dates were expired, past. You've been through
maybe six or seven tests now. And I talked to your doctor about
it and he told me that you have maybe three weeks l

This ManThis man is different from Pa. He's like a distinct reflection, making my world and understanding different than before.

Ma says that this man once told her that Pa was stupid to drop our family. After that, I always sat in my room--well, a room not MY room--wondering..........what was so special about my family? We're probably one of the worst families there is. A lost woman, now the head of a bunch of lost members, a dazed teenager, an isolated gamer, a quick tempered girl and two pets, who would want to choose us?

His family is more interesting. His wife is one of the religious group leaders at church, his daughter is a high school gradu

NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,
but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on,
and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.

You never know, we could all very well be insane.
delusional and drunk in what we think is real.
who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmare
whichever you choose

i thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.
if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.
is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know since
my closest friends are in my head.

i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nev

A Stand for Sexuality.I’ve been waiting a while to get the chance and write this just to put it out there and try and make a difference. First of all;

Definition of Homosexual:
adjective
(of a person) sexually attracted to people of one's own sex.
• involving or characterized by sexual attraction between people of the same sex: homosexual desire.
noun
a person who is sexually attracted to people of their own sex.

Definition of Homophobia:
noun
an extreme and irrational aversion to homosexuality and homosexual people.

Now I guarantee that so many people who are homophobic or are uncomfortable with homosexuals, bisexuals, or anyone that is not hetero

Twisted SmilesI stand here looking at the cloudy sky above me. It smiles its most maniacal smiles and laughs as rain begins to pour from the murky heavens. I simply stare into the rain and begin to smile back.

It is my most delirious smile, full of mischief and laughter. The rain responds with a quiet gust of laughing wind. My twisted smile, it curves even further.

I take a deep breath and laugh, knowing that inside of this madness, that this is where I want to be. It is here where my heart desires to be, it is here where I belong, it is here where I am immersed in this sunken abyss.

The raven with his call of laughter, he never seemed so loud. Even in

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The American Nightmare*Caution: This story is not safe for young children. It is very scary.*
A little girl comes skipping into her house. She has a bright, cheery smile upon her face and she's holding dandelions in her hands. But soon, the smile is wiped off her face as she opens the fridge...
To her terror, there is nothing to eat. Sadly, due to her American diet and 1st world problems, the only food she is capable of digesting is soda, potato chips, and hamburgers. Not once in her life has she thought of trying some fruit or vegetables. For she is an American.
"Mother!" she cries, "There is nothing to eat!" The little girl falls to her knees and weeps because she's too blind to see that there is still food in the refrigerator. Her handful of dandelions fall to the floor along with her tears.
But there is no reply, because the hunger has already taken her dear old mother. And there is no reply fr

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by ~xdemonicxkittyx, Mar 16, 2013, 8:27:56 AM
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sorry to message but I don't want my parents finding out,of the status for the girl. Tell her if you even cut once even a little one,after you start you'll find out later you cant stop,one will turn to 20,which will sooner or later turn to 100's,you'll try to hide it the best you can,and that leads to lying during any part of the days,summer: I'm on my period. Or my mom said no,or I didn't bring a bathing suit. Stuff like that anything to cover up those cuts,you'll want to tell everyone,you'll sometimes cut and cry that you cut cause you WANT to stop,you NEED to stop because its feels like your losing yourself,you feel like everything around you is falling into a big black hole. Tell her no matter what even if she never cut to draw a butterfly. The butterfly project. Everyone cares for her,and loves her. She cant do this to herself. I did this to myself,two years ago...And I feel feel broken,and at the same time blessed knowing what I now know. That people care for me,people love me,I never had to cut,the one thing I regret is cutting. Im 15 years old,I shouldn't be cutting,no one should be cutting. One day,when I have kids and if and do show my scars to them one day,without trying. I will have to tell them,I did this to myself,even to my boyfriend I had to tell him..It will break and hurt people in so many ways.. Sorry for the long message,I couldn't post a comment. Love you guys <3

This is a message I sent.by ~xdemonicxkittyx

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Someone was thinking of cutting themselves. And their friend posted on a page saying that she wanted to,and for us to help her convice herself out. I couldn't comment cause of everyone on the newsfeed. So I sent this message. I've been cutting since I was around 12. But I think I started cutting right at the age of 13. Like her. it breaks my heart when someone wants to cut,cause I know thats something I regret. Something I never wish anyone to do. Because it sooner or later takes up your mind in ways you wish never to. I still cut,not gonna lie. I'm trying my damnest to stop,I dont wanna die,because I know sooner or later the cuts will and have a bit gotten deeper,it'll take up more areas.It makes you seem like your crazy,and you don't want that.Noone should go through anything,people have it worse than me. Just please anyone consirdering cutting,don't. Please. Anyone who cuts,please try to get help as soon as you can,the butterfly project,talk to someone. Just please...

~nightembersglowing Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

_{You're beautiful to help people. So many people just don't give a shit and wouldn't do anything to help but you did and that makes you wonderful.

Secondly...if it would help at all, I'm here if you want to talk. I have self-harmed before, I managed not to get addicted but I did it very regularly for someone who wasn't and I don't want anyone else to mess up their wrists or their legs or their stomach with silver veins instead of blue. Please, I'm always here if you want someone to talk to or just to listen because I know how it feels to feel like it'll never get better or it'll never end because I've been there}

~xdemonicxkittyx Mar 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thanks <3

~nightembersglowing Mar 18, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

_{That's okay ^^"}

~FredXGeorge Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Man, I started cutting when i was like 10...and if u want you can send this comment but i just wanna say my thoughts.

Cutting doesn't help...it just hurts more. The more you cut it brings you more pain and more regret. I hate myself for this, it just tears apart families, ruins lives. and because of me, so many people are hurt. And i feel terrible everytime I see people cut, or think about it, because it turns to an addiction, you then feel like you need to cut. you want the pain...I'm 13...and i just motivated myself to stop, becoming straightedge to keep myself clean from other things that may hurt me, drugs, alchohal, smoking. And I've cleaned up. ANd take my advice-a day doesn't go by where I want to cut. My mom saw and got me conselling. ANd believe me it didn't help. I know where this person is at and please make sure they don't cut, for me :'c

Stay strong...all of you.

~xdemonicxkittyx Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I sent it <3 stay srong too

~FredXGeorge Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Okay

I'll try

~xdemonicxkittyx Mar 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

good <3

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~ValenceHeart2012 Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

*tears up* If it helps, I'm someone to talk to... I mean, if you need it. I don't know you, and you don't know me, but we need to stick together. Something I would like to confess, there have been moments where I wanted life to end. I had a habit of having nightmares for months without end, of the ones I loved most dying. There were times where I would close my eyes and would see myself choking on my own blood with a slit throat. No matter what I did, they kept coming back, and I'm not a very religious 15 year old, but thank God I had friends to keep me alive. It doesn't sound all that terrifying described, but seeing it every night for several weeks, it's not a pretty sight.

Find someone to stand with you.

~FredXGeorge Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

*Hugs* I know how you feel. I had a nightmare the other night...and its like I was being tested by fear(in the dream)...
I know i'm a stranger as well but I am here for you too. If you need to talk, hyou can talk to me

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