Old.

Abyss

I hate you.

The fact that you think you own me,

I’m trapped.

My world is nothing less than a black hole leading to an abyss of emptiness.

You enter the space in which I live in and I feel as though I don’t belong,

Just a walking figure that no longer exists,

The only person who seems to be able to see me is my own reflection.

I am dead.

You have brought death to me.

I no longer breathe your air.

I no longer see your old decrepit face.

My worn out ears no longer eats your masculine voice.

I try not to think.

I try not the feel.

I want to be numb.

One bullet.

That’s all it took for me to escape this misery.

I am free.

I’m flying with a grin.

Looking down on you and how sad your life is.

Now its your turn to wait for death.

Like an old dying tree, yet its life never ending.

Suffer.

This was created quite a while ago.

But I would love some of your feedback (A)

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The Grand Opening.

Hello there dear readers.

I'd like to officially launch my oh-so-awesome blog.

Welcome to the Grand Opening of "Ramblings Of A Girl In The Blue Striped Shirt".

Trust me when I say that there will be some interesting rambles and some not so interesting rambles.

I am a student blogger with a lot of things on my mind which I wouldn't hesitate to blog about, some may be random and some may not. I personally suggest you give it a go, I mean what do you have to lose anyway? Right? I would be talking about various topics in my future posts.

Give it a try and I hope you will be entertained with what's to come.

Have an awesome day.

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