Somedays I wonder how human kind can stand being around themselves all the time. Sometimes people just confuse me, if I'm not confused by them I'm either enfuriated or unnecessarily obsessed with their presence. There has been one person lately, that I've been kind of oblivious to. I love talking to him and I love him, yet I haven't been fair to him.(I won't name him because he'll probably see this.) I'm I guess what you would call 'lovesick', but I have another. Humanity is just confusing me and I have no idea who to run to. Instead of letting anyone hold me in their arms I hide away in the dark, reading of happily ever afters for eternity with vampires. Wouldn't life be amazing if only it were a story? I'd be able to dance amongst tombstones, beaty abound, my hair glimmering in the full moon, a handsome man with his arms around my waist, glimmering fangs against my neck. Sadly, those are all just childish dreams that I should be-rid myselfs of. It would be wonderous though..
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The day in the life of Stella.
Just poetry and what not that comes to me at random intervals of time when I'm sittin' in my good ole' computer chair.
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