Dear Mommy.Dear mommy, please don't hurt yourself.Dear Mommy. by MikkiMarie
I need you to hold my hand.
From crossing the little old gravel road
To helping me find wonderland.
Dear mommy, please don't hate yourself.
I love the way you used to be.
Happy and joyful, so filled with love
Or at least that's how you seemed to me.
Dear mommy, maybe I don't understand.
But please don't let yourself go.
I need you now more than ever,
And more than you'll ever know.
Dear mommy, please don't leave me.
I love you.. Don't you understand?
Mommy, please don't kill yourself.
I still need you to hold my hand.
Tales of a College FreshmanTales of a College FreshmanTales of a College Freshman by thenandmshow
I suppose it all staeted when in 10th grade. My AP Euro teacher, Mr.Power, had told us "You can either have friends now or later." Only being 15, I chuckled alongside my classmates, thinking that it was silly we'd ever be without friends. They were essential for our existence as young people. I wouldn't ever be friendless. I should've taken his advice more seriously.
Let me describe myself. My name is Morgan. I'm 18 years old and a freshman in college. I study English. I'm an AVID tutor at the high school I graduated from, Ramona. I have a boyfriend, I have a best friend, and I have a relatively easy schedule. I am alone 99% of the time.
At first, this seems like just another sob story of a lonely white girl who can't handle life without a large group of friends. However, I want to try and convince you this is different. The opinion you make of me is entirely up to you.
At the end of my senior year, I was over the moon. I was going to a very good schoo
The Universe“His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”The Universe by thenandmshow
A single silver thread. A thread that spans the entire circumference of the world. I travel along this thread, it’s bound to my side. I can an infinite amount of stardust floating about me. I see people moving, people still. I blink, someone stops moving, I blink again, someone new moves. I am golden.
I sway through the stars, I live. I stop and let myself float, I am dead. What am I? Am I like them? Do I move? Am I still? Alive or dead? I do not know what I am.
Their souls are solid, they have one purpose. My soul is liquid, it has many objectives. I see someone who stops moving, like a toy winding down, I blink at them, and someone new is formed in a far off land. What power do I possess?
The stars align in a certain way I can control. I wave my hand, I see a family, I wave my hand again, someo
My name is Morgan, I'm 18 years old, and I am a freshman in college, pursuing a degree in English. I like to read and write, as you can well imagine for an English major, but I also like anime, drawing, video games, wasting my life on Tumblr, the usual.
Feel free to send me a message if you ever want to talk~