The time first he had the nightmare, he was alone. Laying in his cot, breathing hard and trembling in the aftershock of the dream, he wondered what he had done to have the memory of the chariot coming toward him and the pain of it colliding with him crashing back into his head when he had just began to forget about it. Breathing out a long, shaky sigh, he rearranged himself and mentally prepared himself for a long, sleepless night.
The second time he had the nightmare, Esca was still new to him. He had woken up with a small cry, drenched in a cold sweat and his body racked with trembles. He tried to stay quiet, as to not wake Esca. His attem
When you get into a fight with someone and they don't want to contact you, the whole fight itself makes you feel worse.
I feel like I've done nothing and I don't think I have. I'm just a confused teenager who was friends with someone and who used up someones limit of patience.
People have limits for patience?
Well then...
I supose we had nothing in common in the end.
I said hurtful things but they acted childish and immature.
Calling me a 'weeabo' on top of it all just made me hate them even more.
I'm not a fucking weeabo.
I have been in the utmost worst moods.
I haven't talked to this person who used to be very dear to me for almost a week and my summer is bland and boring.
Anyhoo.
I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollow's Part 2 at midnight when it came out.
I used an entire box of Kleenex for that movie.. I never cried so hard in my life.
The scenes where it showed Snape dying and his memories made me cry the most. Also, along with Tonk's and Lupin and Fred lying dead on their cots.
I never sobbed so hard before. Those were all my favorite characters.
Especially Lupin and Snape.
This week has been quite and boring and a little lonely. Not being c