Shotokan07
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Poor Hyb, do we really pick on you so much? *Poking with a stick* 
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Shotokan07
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...now now, you're supposed to be rp'ing not hitting me!
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IC: Why am I here? So far, I've done nothing but take up space, in a cold and unforgiveing world. If life really is some sort of test, or a form of training, perhaps cleansing of the spirit to prepare for ourselves then why can some one end it at their own free will. At any time any one can simply kill themselves they have complete control over it. Is that suposed god going to punish us for doing it?
"Dante you fool. If a sucider simply hurts them selves and does no mroe harm then why are tehre limbs torn off by others?" Do you possibly believe it isn't there own fault perhaps it is another form of purifying. There limbs were torn in lfie and they elected to leave this world. Now the test goes on, in a place they don't have to worry about fleeing from? "Fool, taking ones own life can be salvation, freeing us from control, and makeing us past this so called test." My rant continued as I went down the librairy halls, and while my spirit was fireing in my heart, the sounds sent from my voice were as temed as always, perhaps questioning some one people thought great had made it even harder to here.
IC: Why am I here? So far, I've done nothing but take up space, in a cold and unforgiveing world. If life really is some sort of test, or a form of training, perhaps cleansing of the spirit to prepare for ourselves then why can some one end it at their own free will. At any time any one can simply kill themselves they have complete control over it. Is that suposed god going to punish us for doing it?
"Dante you fool. If a sucider simply hurts them selves and does no mroe harm then why are tehre limbs torn off by others?" Do you possibly believe it isn't there own fault perhaps it is another form of purifying. There limbs were torn in lfie and they elected to leave this world. Now the test goes on, in a place they don't have to worry about fleeing from? "Fool, taking ones own life can be salvation, freeing us from control, and makeing us past this so called test." My rant continued as I went down the librairy halls, and while my spirit was fireing in my heart, the sounds sent from my voice were as temed as always, perhaps questioning some one people thought great had made it even harder to here.
Shotokan07
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Why am I so emotional person? I don't show it on the outside, pretend that everything is fine and dandy; but inside I'm burning.
Sometimes I get the urge to just cry, but instead I sit there and watch the world around me. Then I get anxious, envious, and angry because I don't fit into the world. I know sometimes when I'm happy with someone, its just momentary; and if I was watching myself I'd feel like why I wasn't like that. Everyone goes through pain, but because of that precise moment -I feel like I'm the only one feeling miserable...
Sometimes I get the urge to just cry, but instead I sit there and watch the world around me. Then I get anxious, envious, and angry because I don't fit into the world. I know sometimes when I'm happy with someone, its just momentary; and if I was watching myself I'd feel like why I wasn't like that. Everyone goes through pain, but because of that precise moment -I feel like I'm the only one feeling miserable...
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NOON
Counceling, for what? As for the Doc, it is for me listening to myself and making something out of it. Well that's hard to do. Finding myself is, I think, life's biggest task. It is near the end when most of us realize what we have and what made us, atleast for me.
1 PM
Back in the library, I sit and prepare myself to study. Watching the people around me. One group is filled with guys who's very althletic oriented. I guess I question myself if I should put myself in that group, stereotyping yes I know, but then I realize I'll have to sacrifice things I enjoy feeling about myself. I fall back to where I am now. Fuck... it sucks to feel this way. Actually I should be feeling really good about myself. I have all the characteristics of everyone around me... I just need to know how to use it. Its unfortunate that not too many people are aware of my existence, it would be really nice to share...
While typing my essays and surfing online, my friend walks in from taking his final.
"Hey what's up?" I say, "how was the final?"
"Right now, I don't want to think about it." He thinks he did bad, but I doubt it.
"Hmm, don't worry you did fine. There's always next semester to take it again."
"Sure, why not. Just pay a couple of grand that all." He said sarcasticly.
Changing the subject, "he you finally wore shorts." He looked good in his outfit- white cargo shorts with matching gray shirt.
"Yup, wearing sweats all the time was just uncomfortable. I'm surprised I didn't sweat today."
"You're telling me. I fucking ran out of the house because I was late, as usual, picking up Lauren. So I just put whatever came pleasant to me and ran out." I'm wearing a black worn shirt with fading gray pants, ripped towards the bottom making it cover most of my feet over my sandals.
As we spoke, two girls walked by us, looked at us smiling and walked by to the jocks, that I mentioned, sitting a couple of tables by me. Looking at them, the girls, I think of what I was thinking before...
Smiling about the thought of what things I've been sacrificing, the higher oportunity to meet them, and holding on to something stronger perhaps, one day, the quality of meeting them.
My friend greeted me away and I resume back to my papers.
Counceling, for what? As for the Doc, it is for me listening to myself and making something out of it. Well that's hard to do. Finding myself is, I think, life's biggest task. It is near the end when most of us realize what we have and what made us, atleast for me.
1 PM
Back in the library, I sit and prepare myself to study. Watching the people around me. One group is filled with guys who's very althletic oriented. I guess I question myself if I should put myself in that group, stereotyping yes I know, but then I realize I'll have to sacrifice things I enjoy feeling about myself. I fall back to where I am now. Fuck... it sucks to feel this way. Actually I should be feeling really good about myself. I have all the characteristics of everyone around me... I just need to know how to use it. Its unfortunate that not too many people are aware of my existence, it would be really nice to share...
While typing my essays and surfing online, my friend walks in from taking his final.
"Hey what's up?" I say, "how was the final?"
"Right now, I don't want to think about it." He thinks he did bad, but I doubt it.
"Hmm, don't worry you did fine. There's always next semester to take it again."
"Sure, why not. Just pay a couple of grand that all." He said sarcasticly.
Changing the subject, "he you finally wore shorts." He looked good in his outfit- white cargo shorts with matching gray shirt.
"Yup, wearing sweats all the time was just uncomfortable. I'm surprised I didn't sweat today."
"You're telling me. I fucking ran out of the house because I was late, as usual, picking up Lauren. So I just put whatever came pleasant to me and ran out." I'm wearing a black worn shirt with fading gray pants, ripped towards the bottom making it cover most of my feet over my sandals.
As we spoke, two girls walked by us, looked at us smiling and walked by to the jocks, that I mentioned, sitting a couple of tables by me. Looking at them, the girls, I think of what I was thinking before...
Smiling about the thought of what things I've been sacrificing, the higher oportunity to meet them, and holding on to something stronger perhaps, one day, the quality of meeting them.
My friend greeted me away and I resume back to my papers.
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IC: I was going to fail my test, no way around it, I hadn't read half of the philosophers I was suppose to and that was going to hold me back. Okay Taylor was the guy the teacher said was still alive right. I began to scratch down a few things about the arguments style, when boy made a cat call to me about how my breasts looked pressed into the table.
The jerk had no respect for me. I began to press harder on the pencil trying not to lose my place in the word. I suppose it's my fault, for not paying attention to how I was siting, of coarse it was my fault. It always was my fault. I can't help who I am, oh if I had been more self aware people would take me seriously, had I been more aware perhaps I wouldn't need to study for the test. If I had been more self aware perhaps, I would be in Italy with my own god damn fiancée. The pressure on the pencil, caused it to push threw the paper before the tip broke off. No, I can't blame her, after all who would turn down time in Italy with the one they love to be with a loser like me.
The guy is right, perhaps I don't belong in collage, perhaps I should just be some ones object. I really don't belong here do I? Still, I need to study for the test and now my pencil is broken. perhaps some one has a spare. I glanced over to the side and saw a boy siting alone. Perhaps he would have one.
I stood up and walked behind him. He seemed to be busy. I suppose I shouldn't waste his time. It is bad enough I am wasting my own.
IC: I was going to fail my test, no way around it, I hadn't read half of the philosophers I was suppose to and that was going to hold me back. Okay Taylor was the guy the teacher said was still alive right. I began to scratch down a few things about the arguments style, when boy made a cat call to me about how my breasts looked pressed into the table.
The jerk had no respect for me. I began to press harder on the pencil trying not to lose my place in the word. I suppose it's my fault, for not paying attention to how I was siting, of coarse it was my fault. It always was my fault. I can't help who I am, oh if I had been more self aware people would take me seriously, had I been more aware perhaps I wouldn't need to study for the test. If I had been more self aware perhaps, I would be in Italy with my own god damn fiancée. The pressure on the pencil, caused it to push threw the paper before the tip broke off. No, I can't blame her, after all who would turn down time in Italy with the one they love to be with a loser like me.
The guy is right, perhaps I don't belong in collage, perhaps I should just be some ones object. I really don't belong here do I? Still, I need to study for the test and now my pencil is broken. perhaps some one has a spare. I glanced over to the side and saw a boy siting alone. Perhaps he would have one.
I stood up and walked behind him. He seemed to be busy. I suppose I shouldn't waste his time. It is bad enough I am wasting my own.
Shotokan07
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I woke up today around 9. I had to help out my boss open the store I worked in and then leave around noon to take my exam. As I entered to the class in where I'll be taking the test. A rush of anxiety went through me, I was afraid of not being prepared of the exam.
~*~
After the exam as I'm walking into the library...
I'm in denial. I know I am... Why am I feeling this way? I just took my make-up final for Human Sexuality and I know I didn't do well... I'm thinking about Lauren and... why am I doing that? I start ignoring the thoughts, putting them away. Thoughts of not finding a girlfriend like Lauren, not knowing what I'll be doing with life if I screw up. Why am I putting thoughts into my head and ignoring them. But I shouldn't, hiding them away will only make it worse. I need to bring it out and solve the problem.
"Okay," I say, sighing.
"Let's put down the facts. One I need a girl.
Why?
I don't know.
That's not a valid answer.
I guess I don't need one, just want one.
There you go, now what should you do to find someone?
Meet with someone.
Good, now to approach them without repressing?
I gotta look good.
Okay stop there, first get your act together and then look for one."
I talk to myself trying to understand the situation while sitting in a quiet place, resting... I feel like such a loser.
~*~
After the exam as I'm walking into the library...
I'm in denial. I know I am... Why am I feeling this way? I just took my make-up final for Human Sexuality and I know I didn't do well... I'm thinking about Lauren and... why am I doing that? I start ignoring the thoughts, putting them away. Thoughts of not finding a girlfriend like Lauren, not knowing what I'll be doing with life if I screw up. Why am I putting thoughts into my head and ignoring them. But I shouldn't, hiding them away will only make it worse. I need to bring it out and solve the problem.
"Okay," I say, sighing.
"Let's put down the facts. One I need a girl.
Why?
I don't know.
That's not a valid answer.
I guess I don't need one, just want one.
There you go, now what should you do to find someone?
Meet with someone.
Good, now to approach them without repressing?
I gotta look good.
Okay stop there, first get your act together and then look for one."
I talk to myself trying to understand the situation while sitting in a quiet place, resting... I feel like such a loser.
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Today, I hate my life. It's nothing about yesterday nor the knowing future, it's just today. I feel distant from everything. I feel like I'm dreaming and can't stop things from going wrong. Walking through out campus, I feel like I'm a ghost. There's no joy or the warmth of companionship here. Maybe I think too much...
Looking at the sun setting from the library of Queens College is perhaps the same from seeing it from anywhere else, nevertheless, it's priceless. Why do I feel so lonely and out of place?
People say I have a charming attitude, then why do I lothe so much? Am I not who I am?
Looking at the sun setting from the library of Queens College is perhaps the same from seeing it from anywhere else, nevertheless, it's priceless. Why do I feel so lonely and out of place?
People say I have a charming attitude, then why do I lothe so much? Am I not who I am?
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I will re-continue this thread soon... This is, after all, ..*****
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Eiji opened the door and slammed it, then walked to the bathroom mirror. Seeing all of the bruises and cuts on his face, he gave a long sigh as he turned on the water faucent and splashed water on his face, ignoring the stining pain.
"Ow..."
Well, almost ignoring the stining pain. Eiji grabed a towl and gently dried his face, then went into his room and ploped down in his bed. "Owwww.... Why did they have to hit me with a bat...? I didn't then THAT much, did I?"
Eiji just gave another long, agrivated sigh. Then drifted into another dream.
OOC: I dunno why... but I really wanted to post here, so...
"Ow..."
Well, almost ignoring the stining pain. Eiji grabed a towl and gently dried his face, then went into his room and ploped down in his bed. "Owwww.... Why did they have to hit me with a bat...? I didn't then THAT much, did I?"
Eiji just gave another long, agrivated sigh. Then drifted into another dream.
OOC: I dunno why... but I really wanted to post here, so...
Shotokan07
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You are more than welcome to come here anytime and post your story...
I don't know who said it, either it was you or cats... but we have alot of things in common with our lives...
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I can't come to a good storyline for this thread. I wanted to do a 7 Dragon thing, where the dragons are god-like, pretty much like guardians of its soul. It makes up a life so the soul can learn the lesson... But I can't come up with a valid characteristics for the Dragons. What do you think?
I don't know who said it, either it was you or cats... but we have alot of things in common with our lives...
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I can't come to a good storyline for this thread. I wanted to do a 7 Dragon thing, where the dragons are god-like, pretty much like guardians of its soul. It makes up a life so the soul can learn the lesson... But I can't come up with a valid characteristics for the Dragons. What do you think?
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Hmm... some thoughts of who the Dragons should be.
After watching the Arabian Nights movie... I'm gonna put this on the list...
-Wisdom of Tales (Stories)
-Weaver of Fate
-Death
These are not asigned yet, I'm just gonna keep listing them. And since no ones comes around here, it is even more assertive for me to use my thoughts. ...Not to say I wouldn't mind someone of my similar idea arguing/suggesting to me.
Hmm... I'm rambling
After watching the Arabian Nights movie... I'm gonna put this on the list...
-Wisdom of Tales (Stories)
-Weaver of Fate
-Death
These are not asigned yet, I'm just gonna keep listing them. And since no ones comes around here, it is even more assertive for me to use my thoughts. ...Not to say I wouldn't mind someone of my similar idea arguing/suggesting to me.
Hmm... I'm rambling
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She's blind
So she runs to her mother's room, falls upon her lap and cries her heart out. She never realized what she had infront of her. She couldn't explain to her mother that he was the one after all. So much drama through out her childhood. She wanted some twisted and interesting life that she lost herself within. Now he is gone. He loved her in secrecy never thinking he was worth of her time. He did everything for her, just to see her smile. When he tried to make her happy, he couldn't. He ended up trying too hard. She never noticed.
A couple of years later, he waited for her to notice him. But as life moves on, so did he; with a great burden that he's passing on his soul mate. It is then that she realizes who she missed the most in her life. Him. He may not be the best looking guy around her life, nor the most interesting one. But he was it. He was the one who gave the whole world for her to be happy.
She never realized it until it was too late.
Too late to have him in her life...
Crying on her mother's lap, she wished for him to be in her life.
So she runs to her mother's room, falls upon her lap and cries her heart out. She never realized what she had infront of her. She couldn't explain to her mother that he was the one after all. So much drama through out her childhood. She wanted some twisted and interesting life that she lost herself within. Now he is gone. He loved her in secrecy never thinking he was worth of her time. He did everything for her, just to see her smile. When he tried to make her happy, he couldn't. He ended up trying too hard. She never noticed.
A couple of years later, he waited for her to notice him. But as life moves on, so did he; with a great burden that he's passing on his soul mate. It is then that she realizes who she missed the most in her life. Him. He may not be the best looking guy around her life, nor the most interesting one. But he was it. He was the one who gave the whole world for her to be happy.
She never realized it until it was too late.
Too late to have him in her life...
Crying on her mother's lap, she wished for him to be in her life.
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OOC since I'm not really...in...this thread.
*waves and points at Shoto* He's aliiiive!
*waves and points at Shoto* He's aliiiive!
Shotokan07
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Hey there little toon. How are ya?
