Just. One.
He had tried crying himself to sleep, but there was only one teardrop on the pillowcase. Just. One. Single. Teardrop. It was all that he could manage after all the disappointments of the past. If only he had another teardrop. Just. One. More. Teardrop. He would sit them side by side. Perhaps they'd form a heart. Or perhaps they'd meld together and become one. Just. One. Single. Teardrop. One. Single. Disappointment.
posted by Yuki at
2:28 AM
6 Comments:
Feeling emo Alan? xD
By
εïз (c h i l l y), at July 10, 2007 7:49 PM
Just a bit.
By
Yuki, at July 10, 2007 9:11 PM
*points and laughs*
By
Anonymous, at July 10, 2007 9:56 PM
I'm not even going to dignify that with a proper response.
By
Yuki, at July 10, 2007 10:31 PM
Aww *pat pat* when emo threatens, battle with cynicism, right? Time to be skeptical of whatever is making you feel bad. In the words of Switchfoot, doubt your doubts and believe your beliefs =D
By
εïз (c h i l l y), at July 11, 2007 11:42 PM
"Aww *pat pat* when emo threatens, battle with cynicism, right?". Spot on. Cynicism and overeating =)
By
Yuki, at July 12, 2007 11:40 AM
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