There are so many empty people walking around on this little planet. Lonely people. Angry people. Bitter. Forgotten.
Jeyn RobertsTags: empty
There must be a way to fight this. To block out the black thoughts and make the voices go away. But with each memory fading, their hold on me strengthens. Soon the person I was, still am, will be gone. I'll be hollow.
Jeyn RobertsWe forget how truly fragile we are.
Skin. We do so much to it. Burn it. Tattoo it. Rub chemical into its surface. Sometimes we scrape it, pierce it, poke holes through its softness.
Skin holds us together. IT keeps the blood inside. Without it, we die.
There are different types of people in the world. There are people who accept what's in front of them unquestioningly. The live in the dark. In defeat. Ignoring what the future might bring or how they might help to make things happen. Then there are people like me. Optimists. They too live in the dark, in times like these, but dream of the light. I trust in the possibilities of betterness. I believe there is more to life than this. I have to. There's no other choices for me.
Jeyn RobertsTags: optimistic
The ocean would be nothing but salt water without her by his side.
Jeyn RobertsI am a beautiful and intelligent woman. Anything I touch will turn to gold.
Jeyn RobertsTags: inspirational
You make them sound human."
"Aren't they? A lot of monsters are human."
She couldn't argue with that.
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