@HaleyTheRandom
That's lit, eager to see what I can find.
Also, The Crazy Train is sooo 2015, The Crazy Bus is better
You hatin' on my style, bro?
Man, the heck with the bus.
Lets get a battleship.
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STATUS: Update on the new job: I've had sushi for dinner 10 out of the last 13 nights I have worked. This shit is glorious. 10 days ago
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Update on the new job: I've had sushi for dinner 10 out of the last 13 nights I have worked. This shit is glorious.
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Mods are working on the bot problem. I'm on a double today at work, so haven't been able to keep as much of an eye on things a I would like.
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The roleplay is in you. You are the roleplay. Be the roleplay you wish to see.
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Sorry guys, I forgot to lock the gate last night.
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I've been told that I write "some of the best men in love" and honestly I don't think many other things have given me such an emotional high.
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Haley ★ 26 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer
Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.
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You hatin' on my style, bro?
Man, the heck with the bus.
Lets get a battleship.
@Valorous
Welcome to the Guild! Here you can find any interest that you so please. Fantasy, sci-fi, slice-of-life - just to name a few. From Free to Advanced, we welcome all writing levels! In the spam forum, you can find shit posts such as these.
Er.. anyway. Nice to meet you. The names Haley, but you can call me Aria or Blue as well. Or anything you like really, I don't care.
Here. Have a cookie.
I hope you make yourself at home here.
Don't forget: Crazy train leaves in an hour.
Welcome to the Guild! Here you can find any interest that you so please. Fantasy, sci-fi, slice-of-life - just to name a few. From Free to Advanced, we welcome all writing levels! In the spam forum, you can find shit posts such as these.
Er.. anyway. Nice to meet you. The names Haley, but you can call me Aria or Blue as well. Or anything you like really, I don't care.
Here. Have a cookie.
I hope you make yourself at home here.
Don't forget: Crazy train leaves in an hour.
It's currently one in the morning as I slide my fingers quietly across the keyboard, careful as to not make any noise. The dog sleeps at the foot of my bed, and the house is quiet except for the gentle clicking of the keys. My room is quiet, dimly lit from the light of my laptop. I'm not sure why I can't sleep. I don't seem to be doing much of it lately. My thoughts are consumed by that of which I can barely explain to myself, much less anyone else.
I get up and walk across the cool floor, opening the blinds as I look at the moon and stars - a sight that has always comforted me. I wonder if you ever did the same. Look up at the sky and think of me, I mean? Truth to be told, you probably don't think of me no where near as much as I do you.
There are a million things that I want to say. Could say. Need to say. To clear the air and my mind. The truth is, I know I've all but lost you. You were, and still are, one of my greatest friends. The one that I could tell anything to without being judged. Our conversations could go from casual and goofy to serious and dark and then back again in a matter of seconds. I always felt that you understood me. No matter what happened, you never got angry with me, even when it was blatantly my fault. Even when you should have yelled... you never did. I know that I've let you down. By not telling you everything... by not always being there. I've tried my hardest not to break that promise, but yet I still feel you slipping away from me. Every conversation that we have anymore is nothing but small talk, it seems, and it pains me to my core. How come I can't talk to you like I used to?
I'll sit here on my bed and take a deep breath. I know you're better off without me.
I get up and walk across the cool floor, opening the blinds as I look at the moon and stars - a sight that has always comforted me. I wonder if you ever did the same. Look up at the sky and think of me, I mean? Truth to be told, you probably don't think of me no where near as much as I do you.
There are a million things that I want to say. Could say. Need to say. To clear the air and my mind. The truth is, I know I've all but lost you. You were, and still are, one of my greatest friends. The one that I could tell anything to without being judged. Our conversations could go from casual and goofy to serious and dark and then back again in a matter of seconds. I always felt that you understood me. No matter what happened, you never got angry with me, even when it was blatantly my fault. Even when you should have yelled... you never did. I know that I've let you down. By not telling you everything... by not always being there. I've tried my hardest not to break that promise, but yet I still feel you slipping away from me. Every conversation that we have anymore is nothing but small talk, it seems, and it pains me to my core. How come I can't talk to you like I used to?
I'll sit here on my bed and take a deep breath. I know you're better off without me.
O.o
A new thread?
I found it...
Should I post....??
Me thinks yes.
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A new thread?
I found it...
Should I post....??
Me thinks yes.
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I have a thing for accents.
My addiction to fries is something serious. I should be sent to rehab.
Banned for confusion.
I'm a piece of trash.
Where did it start? What made me fall for you? I don't really know.
Maybe it was that half smile of yours, or the way that your laugh lights up your face as well as the room that you're in. Perhaps it was the way that it was so easy to talk to you about anything and everything. Your love for dogs didn't hurt. The way that you talk about the things that you love and care about.... I could listen to you go on all day about it.
I'm not sure why I'm writing this. You'll never see it. But if you did, by some miracle, you'd know that I was talking to you. Because you are the only one that I want to talk to. The person that I need to talk to. The only person that I care for. And honestly, that scares me. Because one day, there is going to come a time where you will get tired of me pushing your buttons. A day where you wake up and realize that I'm not worthy of a second of your time. And I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you.
Every waking moment of my day is filled with the though of you. My nightmares are filled with losing you - in some way, shape or form. I couldn't bear it. I can't bear it. Waking up in the middle of the night, the blankets kicked off my bed, screaming, but no sound coming from my throat. I'd never want you to see me like that. Ever. Hence why I keep things bottled up inside of me. I don't want my demons to consume you like they have me. I've seen the way that you act when I tell you these things; heard the panic in your voice. I want to protect you from me, of all things. So why is it that I keep letting you get closer and closer? Why don't I just push you away? Sometimes I think that would be better.
Maybe it was that half smile of yours, or the way that your laugh lights up your face as well as the room that you're in. Perhaps it was the way that it was so easy to talk to you about anything and everything. Your love for dogs didn't hurt. The way that you talk about the things that you love and care about.... I could listen to you go on all day about it.
I'm not sure why I'm writing this. You'll never see it. But if you did, by some miracle, you'd know that I was talking to you. Because you are the only one that I want to talk to. The person that I need to talk to. The only person that I care for. And honestly, that scares me. Because one day, there is going to come a time where you will get tired of me pushing your buttons. A day where you wake up and realize that I'm not worthy of a second of your time. And I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you.
Every waking moment of my day is filled with the though of you. My nightmares are filled with losing you - in some way, shape or form. I couldn't bear it. I can't bear it. Waking up in the middle of the night, the blankets kicked off my bed, screaming, but no sound coming from my throat. I'd never want you to see me like that. Ever. Hence why I keep things bottled up inside of me. I don't want my demons to consume you like they have me. I've seen the way that you act when I tell you these things; heard the panic in your voice. I want to protect you from me, of all things. So why is it that I keep letting you get closer and closer? Why don't I just push you away? Sometimes I think that would be better.
A place basically for me to just clear my head. It probably doesn't really belong in this section of the forum, but it's here. Read if you want to, but I wouldn't advise it. It's just a thread containing my deepest 3am thoughts.
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