TheBestButter

Sometimes I don't understand My own thoughts, My own feelings: Sadness, Loneliness, Heartbreak, Even happiness confuses me. Thoughts of delicious wounds dripping rubies, Thoughts of my unappealing self. Can't I just be happy? And when I am finally happy just live in my happiness and be content? Why do I always come back to these thoughts, reverting me back to those feelings? Why is it that my sense of perfection hinders me? When I don't see myself as perfect I think of those rubies within me. Those rubies that I can easily spill to see my true beauty. These rubies are life, they are within everyone. Yet when those thoughts r

Alice Matthews had a strange upbringing. She was born to Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Matthews of Prince Edward Island Canada. They lived in a victorian style house. Actually everything about them, other than the era they lived in, was victorian. They wore victorian-style clothing and had victorian-style furniture. Why was this? Because Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Matthews ran the victorian historical association somewhere near Cavendish Prince Edward Island. They did not own a car, they drove a horse and buggy, but not the farmer ones, the big fancy ones painted and shined just so. The islanders found it normal to see the Matthews going into town to get the

You Influence me. Not on purpose though. Just by being you is how it happens. I have never met someone like you before. You influence me by living your life. And to tell you the truth, I like it. I like your influence on my life. I like you making me think. And when you aren't making me think, I'm thinking about you.   

You are all I can think about before I sleep. You are the one I want to spend my time with. You are the reason I get up in the morning. You are the one who makes me laugh. You are what puts this smile on my face. You are who I dream about. You are dynamic and interesting. You are the one person I try to impress. Yet I fear that should you not feel the same way about me, that I will never be able to share these euphoric moments with you ever again. You are the one who gves me butterflies. You are th one I sneak glanes at as much as possible. I get shivers at the mere metion of you name. You are my happiness. You are my joy. You a

 Louisette watched. Watched as Martina was pushed out of the car. Falling out of the door, and being run over by the car coming up behind. Louisette stood frozen as she saw the huddled mass on the road. Everything moved in slow motion. Her scream. Her running to the Martina's side. Everything moved slowly in her mind. She held Martina close, close to her beating heart, and screamed out. People around her were shadows, she heard as a dozen cell phones dialled 911. Soon enough the paramedics were on the scene, and they tore Martina from Louisette's hands. Louisette screamed and ran up into the ambulance and grabbed Martina's hand. The paramedic