Comments | silviasometimes: It’s true; this all might be a tragic fairytale in my mind… (Rant)

silviasometimes

It’s true; this all might be a tragic fairytale in my mind… (Rant)

Jul 26, 2007 01:57

This is basically just something I felt that I needed to get off my chest. It had to be done...

( My throat burned dry, searching for satori… )

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fullcollapse July 25 2007, 15:27:31 UTC

You're a really good writer <333

dead_snow_white July 25 2007, 22:46:27 UTC

This is achingly beautiful and intricate. You are a very tallentd writer and have an incredible way of expressing emotions. This sounds an incredibly painful thing to ahve gone through and although I know nothing of the situtation, walking away really does sound like the more sesible option.

-tilts head to the side- aneamic July 30 2007, 06:36:45 UTC

I said this before, and I'll reword it now.
You put my writing to shame.

xx_shara August 4 2007, 21:33:04 UTC

"It was up to you. It always was. Don’t give me nonsense. You can live without me. You are right now. You’re living, you’re breathing, you’re smiling, and you’re even fucking eating. It cuts. It does, you have no idea how much I cared for you, I wanted for us to be normal, I wanted us to change. We had changed as people, but our actions had stayed the same over time. Things can’t work like that. Everything needs to change as a whole or it’s not even a continuous circle anymore. It’s fucked. That’s what it is. Fucked."

That part there really hit me. I can really.. connect with that paragraph.

I could only hope to be half the writer you are. :) *fangirls on you*

distractionz October 1 2007, 13:21:15 UTC

I was getting ready to go through and quote bits that I liked when I realized I liked all of it. Not liked, that's definitely too crummy of a word. Doesn't even deserve to be in the presence of this. I less liked than I felt felt floored by every word.

You make it look so easy to make something so spiteful sound like a harmony. It's flows so well that your reader is now you and they're the ones that need unraveled by the unnamed protagonist.

And this:
I didn’t like being strong back then. Everything was much easier to explain if I appeared to be weak. Alas, for if I appeared weak, nothing was in need of being explained. Nothing was expected of me. I could just go about my life, blending into the walls, sinking into the background, laughing to myself at how fucking stupid some people could be. I guess I liked it like that.

Just... wow. I ended up quoting anyway because I couldn't not. I feel like that a lot of the time. Life is too much effort, people are too much effort. It sounds silly, but you remember how I told you about me ( ... )