Yeah, seems like I sprung on an idea, so I apologize for the thread, and how useless it was, but I decided to do another story that I will be staying with. Some may hate me, so okay. I get it. Sorry I'm not the coordinated, but if anyone likes this, thanks. So many people on FF I love to pieces, so if you don't agree with my statements of remarks because I can't be sharp like Chloe(no offense girl, you always rock everything), but I can do a story that can make me pour my inspiration to everyone. Sure, it might not be always romance, or the awesome action everyone craves for, but I just like to speak me out. There can't be anything wrong with that. I just think others have a different look than others, and that what makes you whole. Some may fall, and others can be ahead, but that what makes it whole. So, since the holiday of Christmas is coming ahead.... MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR I hope your holiday will stay like you want it to be, of not, I give you all my thanks for at least reading this, or being in the world. I have my weirdness. So let the story begin! :-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:
Chapter 1- Everyday seemed lost to me, and I gripped on to the leather seat tighter, as the air was cozy inside, but the outside was covered in white soft snow, that drizzled over the sides of the vehicle. I never wanted it to happen this badly, nor had I wanted anything to happen on the holidays. I can't stand the laughter anymore, the sincere outlooks of my family and friends, I feel like I could never seem to give what they want. They always asked for me, when they realize there isn't much to see. There wasn't anything to see before anything happened. I guess that is how life works. You have someone who is lost at every turn, and then it will never be the same, and it goes again and again. But why me? Had I wanted this? No. I just kept quiet and expected for something to change it to something worth living for, and something to go for. Peh. Like anyone hasn't said that before. The fog covered most of the city, and life as we know it was still, and useless. You couldn't see anything, not do you want to sees. My brown eyes couldn't compete with the competition with the fog, it always had the upper hand. Heck, the fog might be prettier than me. The moping doesn't help but I wish someday, at least something will change my own fate, and that this cruel world can at least wave me a friendly goodbye. God, it doesn't ever feel like home. Nothing never feels like home. :-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-