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It has been ten months since I graduated from high school and it has been eight months since I turned college, but though months has passed I'm still not over about the things I used to do while in high school and I still miss those people I spent most of my time in the bench at our school especially my soul sister Dian. Dianarra Alcantara is her full name and I've been friends with her since we are sophomore, but we got closer while in junior year. I thought she's just like everybody else, a great pretender but she's so different, she's crazy and freaking talented. Dian and I share a lot of things, even guys! but it never becomes a problem to us, she has lots of things in my mind, that makes her a little undecided, but I love her the way she is. Dian and I loves to have the same thing, we're like an identical twins. Same dress during prom. same accessories, same shoes, same hair clips and even journals, we love having the same things or should I say I love...

I can't call our home, a home. It is just a house with five people living under it, because there's no LOVE at all that makes a home. In our house LOVE is always absent, there's fear, envy, doubt and misery. Love never exist in our home, not once. My brother and his wife always fight, and I try to ignore it, everyday of my life as if I am blind, mute and deaf, but still it affects me, it left a wound in my heart. A wound that would never heal. I've seen everything in our house, I see everything pass by me, it feels that everything's moving so fast while I am stuck in the moment, perhaps that wound which is now a scar made a change in my life. I am this girl with full of bitterness, but I still cry because I'm still hurt and it seizes into my veins, for some reason it can't be healed. It cold not be fixed. I would always be this girl even though how hard I try. Tears can't wash it away anymore because every second of my life, I'm being killed.

He's my friend and I consider him as my best friend but I don't think he considers me as his best friend probably just a close friend from high school, the one he can lean on when he has problems with one of his girls and he never see me as any special just a FRIEND... Sometimes just being a friend hurts, because he forgets you whenever he's fine and happy again. Sometimes I thought I am being used, though I know that he does not intend to, and I know that I'm being unfair as I write this, but in some ways we are different. I have a best friend name Dredd and I'm being unfair to him as the other friend of mine being unfair to me. Let's call my friend, Bart. Bart is a friend of mine way back from high school and at some point I don't understand why we became friends, I mean we are so different from each other, I'm quite sassy, brutally frank and a snob, and he is this nice guy, a friend to everyone and very sweet, it just happened that we became cl...

Once upon a time, there's an ordinary girl named Psyche, she felt miserable and alone, the people around her did not understand why she acted that way. Psyche grew up differently from others, she lived in a dark and cold house called home of horror. She's with her wicked witch mother and ogre brother who often ignored her and hate her. Psyche needed to shut her mouth whenever she was home however she was given a freedom to visit the kingdom for once a year, where she found friends and enemies. One day Psyche ran away from home, all she had brought is a pen and paper, she wrote everything that happened to her while she was wandering around the kingdom and enjoying her full freedom, her thoughts. her miseries and her feelings. She even wrote poems and stories. Then a God had been sent to save a miserable girl, Eros had bump on her but without his prior knowledge that that girl was the one he needed to save. When Psyche saw him, she had fallen in love easily, Eros became her ...

Friends... Hello... Actually I don't know how to start this, 'cause I'm not actually sure if I have any readers at all, I can't say that I'm a professional blogger, neither a successful one, because I really don't know if there's someone who's reading this, well if you're reading this please do leave a comment. I actually write this letter because I'd like you know that I'm open to answer all your questions, if you one and to know about your problems, but to make everything clear, I'm not trying to intercede with your life, it's yours! Let's just say that I'm being your friend here and if you need a shoulder to cry on I'm just here and I would listen and I won't complain. That's what friends are, right? perhaps I can give you some advice, or maybe I can help you to move on. I hope you get what I mean. Just leave me a comment and I'll get in touch with you! RED <3

"Never tear a book, because once you did, you can't read it again." My dad used to tell me when he's still alive. He didn't like seeing us tearing it apart, because for him it's the greatest possession a person can have. Books store knowledge that none can give. It takes us to places we never dream of, and books inspire us. I guess loving books and reading are the only things my dad and I share in common. For me my books are my best friends, unlike my other friends, they're not fraud and they don't betray me or leave me behind, they neither bad mouthed nor back stabbed me. My books listen to me, they comfort me when I'm in sorrow and they do understand me all the time, plus they're always by my side, through my ups and downs. Books are not just objects. We thought that they're JUST OBJECTS, but NO! Books have feelings too, they cry and get hurt as well. They also howl in pain, whenever they are being thrown out. Who said that they don...

I've been Psyche who has no LOVE. I've been trapped in a house called Home of Horror. I have a wicked witch mother and an ogre brother who make my life worst. I have ran away from that home and met Eros who's supposed to save me but he have saved the wrong girl. The inspiration I have, have been gone a long time ago. The opportunity of a life time have been wasted. I am a soul without Love and Joy. I return to the Home of Horror and spend my life in the dungeon where my wicked witch mother used to lock me up. It is cold and dark, nobody would stay alive inside for fear eats them alive but fear can't touch me. I turn into someone. I am full of fury, envy, greed and blood lust. I am a butterfly with dark wings, that means bad luck for those people who see me. I am Little Red. Wicked witch mother had let me see the world again, but everything has changed. The sparkling fountain that I love has changed into a bloody fountain. The kingdom that I adore was now gloomy. Tr...