i was laying down on the matress in my living room while listening to the soft mellow of jazz on tv. i rarely even watch tv. i just lied around looking at the ceiling with a blanket ontop of me. i felt blank like no emotions would pour out after countless times of crying. i dont even know why i cry sometimes. sometimes i just cry without a reason, why should there be a reason when tears have no purpose. i remember when i fell in love, more like blindly in love. with a man who took a part of me, ever since that day, ive never felt the same. its a hard thing really... to lose something so precious...and yet it was so useless.
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Alright. If you plan on critiquing this, please be gentle as it took me countless hours to write (even such a small amount). I wrote this about a year ago all by myself. I have another sample of a part of a screenplay I wrote with my boyfriend, but I w
i was laying down on the matress in my living room while listening to the soft mellow of jazz on tv. i rarely even watch tv. i just lied around looking at the ceiling with a blanket ontop of me. i felt blank like no emotions would pour out after countless times of crying. i dont even know why i cry sometimes. sometimes i just cry without a reason, why should there be a reason when tears have no purpose. i remember when i fell in love, more like blindly in love. with a man who took a part of me, ever since that day, ive never felt the same. its a hard thing really... to lose something so precious...and yet it was so useless.