I've spent thousands of hours talking to myself because my brain refuses to shut up. If an idea pops into my head, it'll creep around for hours and hours, even up to the point of giving me a headache. I daydream things that seem far beyond what some of my peers would see.
I've even contemplated about being bipolar 或者 not, seeing as how the symptoms are similar to mine while being at a high point of creativity.
The skittle breathing snakes are chasing prussia breathing skittles at him while he tries to escape them. Meanwhile a mafia guy in a 蝙蝠侠 car takes 你 to a dark alley where harry potter people who are 吸血鬼 try to kill you.
I could say 更多 but that would make me have to kill 你 with my poison-coated daggers. Then again i would 爱情 to see some guts spill out and someone bleed and scream in pain, and die... i would 爱情 to see their sticky, dark red blood pour out of their wounds slowly. .___.
Enough to write a novel at age 13. Here's an excerpt from the beginning. It's called Alone She Ran, and it's my own original work. My first non-fanfic! :3 I woke up in pain. At first, the pain almost felt good. Kind of like a soft stinging, my only hold to reality. Suddenly, the pain turned harsh and bitter, yanking at my very soul, burning behind my eyes. My limbs shook, and I vaguely felt warm liquid running down my legs. Blood. I had felt the sensation before. But where? My mind ached, and I felt as if it were a blank slate; an empty chalkboard at the beginning of class. It felt like something was supposed to be there, but, no matter how hard I searched through my mind, that something wasn't there. The pain returned. I fluttered open my eyes, groaning softly as a pressure hit my thigh. I peered at my leg as best as I could without moving my aching head too much, and I saw the pressure was coming from a thick branch pressing on a rather deep cut. For some reason, it felt familiar; the dull throbbing of my head, the painful cuts lining my arms and legs, the crusty feeling of my hair, like something had dried there. 'More blood,' I thought, though it took a lot of effort just to summon the strength to think even mildly coherently. I barely understood the thought myself. Blood rushed through my ears, my 心 pounded heavily. It felt like I was supposed to be running. From what? Once again, I couldn't remember. I knew I was supposed to get up and run. Run. The word felt good in my thoughts, almost like a sweet memory. Beautiful, beautiful memories. Although I couldn't place why, I knew that running was important to me. I noticed that, through the brown stain of dried blood, my shoes read 'Reeboks' in white, and my shoes were perfectly laced, despite the condition of my clothes. Oh, my clothes! My red T-shirt was bright red. I could make out faint spots of white, though, so I guessed it was supposed to be white originally. Unless whatever I was supposed to be running from got Bleach on it. I strongly doubted that, though. My faded jeans were splattered with red as well. 'Is it even possible to lose this much blood without dying?' I thought. Apparently so, otherwise I wouldn't have been laying there. Then again, I could've been dead. Then why did it hurt so badly? Death, life, is there really a difference between the two? Who knew at that point. I twitched my fingers experimentally, as if trying to see whether 或者 not my body remembered how to move. I curled my fingers into a fist, and released them into a flat hand again. I repeated this action several times before I decided that my fingers weren't damaged. I moved my leg to the left a bit, trying to get the branch off. I winced in pain as the roughness of the heavy wood rubbed against my injuries.
Very. I imagine everyone in the world now gender blended. I imagined that all boys 交叉, 十字架 dress. Tobi is real. I have my own religion, country, and language. And that the guy I like looks like Tobi and I have the sudden urge to put a mask on him all the time. And also that these two boys I know make a wonderful 矢追 couple.
lights that attracks donuts a monster half sky in a boy Sheldon as a giant 杯形饼, 蛋糕 a dog warrior who cares for other dogs a evil stapler/ a hero pencil with evil stairs a descentent from Merlin wind that talks a subject changer a person who freaks over trash and has laugh attacks a crazed friend person named Samay i telling someone their death and coming back to life dumbledoor (prob. spelling wrong) as a young boy. (EWWW!!!) a letter land a letter who's a person a fat letter a cop named Shift Bar
AND MORE!!!!! i think u get it..... im crazy!!!! wait do u have mustard a toothbrush and a prankster??????? *evil look*
very very very very very very very far bro Example A: So im at a 老友记 house in tha beginnning. nd uh..at tha end lets juss say trey songz came outta no where and things happened 2 mii. er..nasty things not tryin 2 gross anyone out
*ahem* Time for a formal introduction. My imagination keeps me in my own world 24/7, filled with Pokemon, thoughts of Pokemon,all the Pokemon Fanfictions I've ever read. My imagination has allowed me to write 7 Pokemon 图书 in 2 years' time. I'M 16!!!! NEVER SAY YOU'RE TOO YOUNG!!!!! They are just copybooks though....... My dream is to have them one 日 turn into an 日本动漫 and I swear I will not die until this dream is fulfilled!!! I've an exercpt in the Pokemon club....... It's rather short though...... 1st: Pokemon School 2nd: Gotta catch Them All! 3rd: Pokemon Masters Unleashed 4th: Another Dimension 5th: The 太空 Element 6th: Pokemon Masters Undercover 7th: The Four Swords It all deals with a 16-year old girl (me) who embarks on many adventures with her Pokemon that can talk. She goes from Pokemon battling to slaying monsters with her Pokemon sword named Forest Sun to transforming into an 天使 to going through 2 boyfriends to dying and revived again. Oh yeah, I'm awesome, I know it. Hehehehehe... I don't talk to myself though..... Although my mind is constantly thinking, processing, turning my everyday into a story. LITERALLY! I FIND MYSELF SAYING THINGS LIKE: "I picked up the cup and went into the kitchen" 或者 "I inhaled the cool smell that was wafting from my pillow." I get 迷失 in any book and is extremely annoyed when someone breaks that spell. I don't associate with people in my own classroom because 'they have nothing interesting to say' *about Pokemon that is ;)* I just sit there and dream my stories.....