Naked's official writing thread

• Navy wrote on 2011-03-12 05:32
  The cliff
  --
  
  How can one person make you the happiest, yet most misreable person in the world?
  I've tried my best to keep you happy, comfortable, and calm, but I don't want to try anymore.
  It's hard to believe that you love me when you just call me names out of "anger"
  sorry doesn't mean it's okay.
  sorry doesn't make me feel better
  sorry doesn't mean our problems just go away
  and you know what
  I'm sorry I love you so much
  I'm sorry that even though all of this sh*t I have put up with,
  brushed off as if it never happened
  held in to avoid arguements
  I'm just not good enough for you
  Have I ever been?
  And do you know what I'm sick of?
  I'm sick of being ignored
  I'm sick of being emotionally abused
  I'm sick of being sick.
  I love you so, so much, and that's the one thing that has kept me around.
  I can't picture myself with anyone else, and that makes me sick too.
  The thought of knowing the man I love is "mine and only mine"
  has me telling myself "tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be a new day"
  But that new day never comes, ever.
  You've pushed me to a cliff and I have two choices, turn around and cling to you
  or say "F*CK IT" and jump off.
  Well guess what.
  I'm jumping.
  
  --
  I wrote this out of anger and sadness in about 7 or 8 minutes
  I know I know
  too dramatic
  rambling bullsh*t
• Skye wrote on 2011-03-12 05:37

  Quote from Naked;370157:

  I know I know
  too dramatic
  rambling bullsh*t

  
  
  No Hanna. >>
  It made perfect sense, and those are your feelings. Don't say that about how you feel. You deserve some loving goodness.
• Navy wrote on 2011-03-12 05:39

  Quote from Skye;370169:

  No Hanna. >>
  It made perfect sense, and those are your feelings. Don't say that about how you feel. You deserve some loving goodness.

  
  
  thank you Skye. :/
• Medusa wrote on 2011-03-12 05:45
  you're not alone, i can assure you of that.
  
  hope you feel better, love.
• Navy wrote on 2011-03-12 05:47

  Quote from Baie;370182:

  you're not alone, i can assure you of that.
  
  hope you feel better, love.

  
  
  thank you very much
  even though I get A LOT of support here
  I'm a bit embarrassed I posted this here for obvious reasons. (crappy writing skills + dramatic lifestyle)
• Skye wrote on 2011-03-12 05:50
  WELL HANNA, we be joor buds. Don't be embarrassed. c:
  See? I even drew you a picture with my overflowing LOVE OF YOU~
  

  [Image: http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii107/LOVE__gaara_of_the_desert/hanna.png]
• Navy wrote on 2011-03-12 05:54

  Quote from Skye;370192:

  WELL HANNA, we be joor buds. Don't be embarrassed. c:
  See? I even drew you a picture with my overflowing LOVE OF YOU~
  

  [Image: http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii107/LOVE__gaara_of_the_desert/hanna.png]

  
  
  that made me smile a bit, I love you guys.
  Thank you so much Skye.
• Mama wrote on 2011-03-12 06:32
  this hit a little too close to home, actually..
  
  don't put yourself down, ever. you're wonderful at articulating yourself.
  I'd love to read more of your poetry.
• Navy wrote on 2011-03-12 06:41

  Quote from Mama;370217:

  this hit a little too close to home, actually..
  
  don't put yourself down, ever. you're wonderful at articulating yourself.
  I'd love to read more of your poetry.

  
  
  I have notebooks and notebooks full of journal entries poetry, ect.
  But no one has ever read them or even known that they are there.
  I love to write, I just suck at it and do it for venting, entertainment, or out of boredom
  it's a hobby of mine I have done since elementary school.
• otto wrote on 2011-03-13 01:51

  Quote from Naked;370186:

  I'm a bit embarrassed I posted this here for obvious reasons. (crappy writing skills + dramatic lifestyle)

  
  
  I see no crappy writing here. This was amazing and im sorry you feel bad, but you have some epic talent here.
  Im always here if you wanna talk about anything C: ♥♥♥
• Mama wrote on 2011-03-13 01:53

  Quote from Naked;370222:

  I have notebooks and notebooks full of journal entries poetry, ect.
  But no one has ever read them or even known that they are there.
  I love to write, I just suck at it and do it for venting, entertainment, or out of boredom
  it's a hobby of mine I have done since elementary school.

  
  
  post moar please <3
• Navy wrote on 2011-03-13 05:30

  Quote from Mama;370873:

  post moar please <3

  
  
  The newer ones i'll post
  more
  but it seems like you guys are interesting in only artwork
• Skye wrote on 2011-03-13 05:32

  Quote from Naked;371097:

  The newer ones i'll post
  more
  but it seems like you guys are interesting in only artwork

  
  
  Um, writing is artwork. To me, at least.
• Mama wrote on 2011-03-13 06:01

  Quote from Skye;371100:

  Um, writing is artwork. To me, at least.

  
  
  ^this
  its just a lot easier to look at an image than it is to read and appreciate written art
• Navy wrote on 2011-03-19 03:47

  Quote from Mama;371129:

  ^this
  its just a lot easier to look at an image than it is to read and appreciate written art

  
  
  

  Quote from Skye;371100:

  Um, writing is artwork. To me, at least.

  
  
  I love literature, but whenever I mention my favorite novels or poems, I get an "ew books" slapped in my face.
  
  also, I wrote this back in December and who knows how many pages back that is
  so I'll post it in here
  
  --
  As I lie here awake
  I paint pictures on the ceiling from my thoughts.
  Thinking about what destination this road will take me to.
  Not knowing whether to follow with ease or to turn back the way I came.
  Growing tired with each step I take, wondering if going this far was even worth it.
  Hearing voices telling me to take only one step at a time, don't rush things.
  I'm drowning in my thoughts.
  I wonder if fate exists.
  Am I not in control of my future?
  Am I being watched by an all powerful being, that I have shunned for so long?
  Or is paranoia getting the best of me?
  Maybe this single narrow road will bring me to another option.
  Another way to live.
  I'll keep walking, no matter how much it hurts.
  And I won't look back
  I wont take other's advice, but only my own.
  If I fall asleep, my thoughts will haunt me.
  So I'll just lie here, awake.
  --
  
  ^I was up for days at a time, couldn't sleep, could barely eat, and was horribly depressed.