A story is not real it is fake, fictisous and all other things but real. Situations can be controled, minupulated so that they are they way you wish them. You can kill a person you hate you can date a person you love, the more you do this the more you wish it was real but then realize that........ it can never be and it breaks your heart.
Maybe it was being hurt that led you to write the story but in reality it hurt you more to write the story then it orginaly did. Maybe the first act was not so bad even if it did cut you down at the knees. Maybe you have things you want to say..... things that could hurt other people.
You feel as if you are being lied to, everthing you see points to it but you can not find that one peice of evidence that you need..... that one peice of evidence that could cause everthing to come crashing down. You feel for people but those people seem to not feel the same about you. Why do you feel this way, why do people just shrugg you off, do they see you as expendable? Just a person who is there to be used and then tossed away at will?
You care to much and that is your downfall. You want to be close to people but those people do not want you to be. To much has changed now all people care about is monotary abilty, only the choice few charish the true feelings that you may have even if they do not understand them.
All this starts with the fall of a pen and trust betrayed and then all comes crashing down. Is it truely worth it to try to tough it out or should you just give in?
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You know, we're sitting on 4 million pounds of fuel, 1 nuculer wepon and a thing (Space Shuttle) that has 270 thousand moving parts built by the lowest bidder. Makes you feel good doesnt it?
