You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
get out. now.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011 / 6:51 AM
you can just tell when someone is really interested, or just faking it. you can just tell if someone's being an imposter or being real. you can just tell if someone really likes you for you, or just using you. you can just tell... you just can....
Janette stuffed her iPod into her ears, choosing to have rock music blast through them rather than the soothing classical ones she normally listens to. She lets her hair fall down and become a barrier between the left and right of her face and the environment. Her fringe hung low, becoming a curtain between the eyes and the environment. Her head drooped, choosing to stare at the pavement rather than in front. She hugs her file tightly as if her chest would explode otherwise. Her head swirled with emotions she can't even begin to comprehend.
It started to scare her, where did she get all this anger from?
How did it get to her?
All she wanted to do was scream.
She walked down the hill, one hand clutching her file, the other covering her nose and mouth. Tears stung her eyes as she furiously blinked them back. Her cheeks became flush as she continued to walk. Frustration building in her like a shaken bottle of CocaCola. "What's wrong?" Suddenly Kayla was next to her. Even in another country, Kayla followed her.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" Janette muffled through her hand. Her voice breaking and her whole self crumbling. All of a sudden, she nearly tripped over a stone on the pavement. That small moment that Janette felt right before she regained posture, that adrenalin rush that goes into a nearly tripped episode, it never left her. Her heart raced uncontrollably, she started perspiring and her breathing stopped. Her muscles tense as her hands started to shake. She dropped her file and just sat on the pavement.
"Janette! Janette talk to me! Janette!" Kayla screamed.
Janette won't respond. Her mind just went absolutely blank. Suddenly her brain kicked in and she started gasping for air. Her breath short and in pants. She still can't breathe, her hands gripped the sides of her head, handfuls of hair in her grip. Her shoulders shuddered violently as she sobbed it out. Nothing could stop the tears from flowing down, nothing could make her feel better. Nothing could make her stop crying, nothing could make her feel together. She felt as if her whole world had fallen apart again. All her hardwork of trying to keep it together, at least it collapsed within the thick walls she had built...
"Janette honey, stop. Stop. You're being nothing but a crybaby! Just. Shut. Up, Janette!" Kayla screamed, but nothing she said would get into Janette's ears. No one was around. No one could help. Janette felt like she had been hit by a truck, unable to breathe.
It took a while, but soon her heart calmed down and her breathing became normal. Her head couldn't wrap around what happened, but she could care less. Nothing really mattered to her anymore. And just like that, Kayla was no where to be found.
You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
get out. now.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011 / 6:51 AM
you can just tell when someone is really interested, or just faking it. you can just tell if someone's being an imposter or being real. you can just tell if someone really likes you for you, or just using you. you can just tell... you just can....
Janette stuffed her iPod into her ears, choosing to have rock music blast through them rather than the soothing classical ones she normally listens to. She lets her hair fall down and become a barrier between the left and right of her face and the environment. Her fringe hung low, becoming a curtain between the eyes and the environment. Her head drooped, choosing to stare at the pavement rather than in front. She hugs her file tightly as if her chest would explode otherwise. Her head swirled with emotions she can't even begin to comprehend.
It started to scare her, where did she get all this anger from?
How did it get to her?
All she wanted to do was scream.
She walked down the hill, one hand clutching her file, the other covering her nose and mouth. Tears stung her eyes as she furiously blinked them back. Her cheeks became flush as she continued to walk. Frustration building in her like a shaken bottle of CocaCola. "What's wrong?" Suddenly Kayla was next to her. Even in another country, Kayla followed her.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" Janette muffled through her hand. Her voice breaking and her whole self crumbling. All of a sudden, she nearly tripped over a stone on the pavement. That small moment that Janette felt right before she regained posture, that adrenalin rush that goes into a nearly tripped episode, it never left her. Her heart raced uncontrollably, she started perspiring and her breathing stopped. Her muscles tense as her hands started to shake. She dropped her file and just sat on the pavement.
"Janette! Janette talk to me! Janette!" Kayla screamed.
Janette won't respond. Her mind just went absolutely blank. Suddenly her brain kicked in and she started gasping for air. Her breath short and in pants. She still can't breathe, her hands gripped the sides of her head, handfuls of hair in her grip. Her shoulders shuddered violently as she sobbed it out. Nothing could stop the tears from flowing down, nothing could make her feel better. Nothing could make her stop crying, nothing could make her feel together. She felt as if her whole world had fallen apart again. All her hardwork of trying to keep it together, at least it collapsed within the thick walls she had built...
"Janette honey, stop. Stop. You're being nothing but a crybaby! Just. Shut. Up, Janette!" Kayla screamed, but nothing she said would get into Janette's ears. No one was around. No one could help. Janette felt like she had been hit by a truck, unable to breathe.
It took a while, but soon her heart calmed down and her breathing became normal. Her head couldn't wrap around what happened, but she could care less. Nothing really mattered to her anymore. And just like that, Kayla was no where to be found.
So tell me about the rumours
Are they only rumours, or are they only lies?
biography
if only things remained like it did...
Jackie
what happened? i thought you said i could trust you?
yes, just call me Jackie. i'd prefer that.
i'm just the average everyday girl trying to make it through life.
smile :) its good to always have a smile on that face :)
dont tell me i'm crying. coz i'm not.
if you have nothing to say, then just leave.
-That's me. Accept it, Love it, Hate it. i dont care.
Falling out of a perfect dream
have you felt as if your world crashed right on top of you?
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you count down ten to one because when on zero you can smile
Funny how easily you crushed the trust
When it took you years to just build it.
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down the beaten track, along the river with an empty bank
