Teenage Dreams

I remember it hurt seeing her hurt. She was hurt, she was bleeding with fears, insecurities filled her heart and tears were the form that it could escape out of her body. She didn't tell me anything but yet i understood, i understand everything. She can mute down her volume but the fears that her eyes display and the words that her body speaks says everything. It hurt and it hurt more when the i couldn't help her. She was there but yet there was nothing i could do. She was dying but she's trying to show that she was living up to her fullest.. but she was. Was it a move to make ne jealous or an attemp to live those last few moments she would be spending in this country in the way she likes but i could see her having the spark for other guys. What spark i had for her,she can't see as thr brightness of my spark is so much that her eyes are forced to change directions without realising what were those lights potrating.. She could've made two lives better but she chose

Crush or love Good morning bloggers! Yeah! I've been publishing daily as i am kind of free this time. Exam's over and a hell of a free time with lack of enthusiasm to kill it with. So 'm here. Let me share something for other bloggers too. If you are 17 or around and with your parents around it would really be difficult to write a blog. Especially when they understand the language you are writing and are of suspicious nature. How it began: Well today let's go with love. I wouldn't have gone with the topic if i wouldn't have woke up exactly at 4• If i hadn't opened twitter at 4:03 and some of the pages hadn't re tweeted "You know why it never worked with a girl because there is a right girl ♀ waiting for you and it was never meant to be for you two." (it wasn't exactly this but something like that). Actually if you knew me personally you would know that i am some crazy guy with soulmate thoughts. i actually don't feel like sharin