Fullmoon3512

Please review. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vague people have always piss me off. They never can seem to say what the hell they mean. Giving bull shit explanations that need to be thoroughly analyzed so you can understand them, when what they said could be easily simplified into a simple response. As my father so bluntly put it, 'Say what you mean, not what you feel.' Avoidances of vague people is listed as one of my top priorities, and yet one is standing directly in my living room. This man, no, because he is so clearly not a ma

Please review. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vague people have always piss me off. They never can seem to say what the hell they mean. Giving bull shit explanations that need to be thoroughly analyzed so you can understand them, when what they said could be easily simplified into a simple response. As my father so bluntly put it, 'Say what you mean, not what you feel.' Avoidances of vague people is listed as one of my top priorities, and yet one is standing directly in my living room. This man, no, because he is so clearly not a ma

 Please Review. _____________________________________________________________________________________ I was in such a good sleep; it was that good kind of sleep that you only fall into after a night of drinking or unintentionally getting wasted on Nyquil. My mind was relaxed and content; the rain and howling wind beat against my wind was a cradling symphony , and the warmth coming from my heater all added to what I would call a perfect sleep. My eye lids were so heavy I didn't even bother to try and open them. 'I don't wanna get up,' I thought indecisively. It took me seconds to realize that I had been lying on the floor, which for me

He ate my heart; Robbing me of all of composer and dignity. He smiles. Does he not realize what he's done? He appeared out of nowhere on my door step in the night, seemingly lost. What a sight he was. Soaking wet, dripping profusely upon my door mat for it had been raining all day long and all he wore was a white t-shirt (that was currently see-through) and baggy pants. What type of person would I be if I just left him out to catch his death? "Are you alright? Do you wanna come in or something?" I asked concern so clearly evident in my voice. He just stood there with no expression etched across his pale face. 'What a weirdo.' I thought,