new moon, bellas depresstion. the 1st few months
it hurts to live. life to me is a second death, only like being left to bleed on a pavement instead of a quick stab, then to be left in peace. death and life are much the same thing now. only death seems more peaceful, i already know, as i watch other people living there lives, there is nothing left for me. fun was like a greek word to me now. i didnt know what i ment. i thought about making the most of life before the pain killed me for sure. i couldnt remember HOW to have fun. what was the point of going to the beach? it wasn't going to bring my future back. it wouldnt make me feel any better. what was the point of going to the movies? it wasnt going to fill my sad eyes with excitment. i wasn't going to get better. not ever. i was going to be a girl that lived with no reason to live that had a life only of pain, her heart lost and her body cut into half. the pain was too much to bear. it took over, the pain never left, it flowed in my blood untill the poisen punched holes in my heart over and over untill all the feelings of love and happiness are washed out with my blood. the funny thing was; well, there wasnt anything that was funny about it; i hated to think of him. i hated to think of the happiness he suddenly brought into my life. because, i thought, because, deep deep in my heart where my thoughts were safe from causing me any more unbearable pain, i knew that he was somewhere in the world, oblivious to the damage that he had left behind. i knew that he was carrying on with his life, and that he was proably with someone much more beautiful then me by now, holding them in his stone arms. someone that he wasn't wasting his life by being with. someone that wouldnt turn into a wrinkled old lady in 60 years. but it wasn't his fault. he didnt know how deep i really was and how he was like a drug to me. he didnt know. or maybe he did. maybe he felt uncomfortable with me loving him so, when he didnt love me back. only he never had told me this because he was afraid of hurting me. he was the most selfless person ever. the ache for him made me feel sick, my eyes burned and prickled. i stared ahead waiting for my tears to dry, but by one flicker of movment, the hot beads of salt water rolled down my cold cheeks. i didnt blush anymore. my chocolate brown eyes grew dark and empty. my limp hair hung, dead in a ponytail. i walked past my mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection. i blinked and more tears fell to the carpet. i turned away, not able to watch and to look at the face of a sad little heartbroken girl. i stared at the floor, my pain burning a hole in the ground with the emptyness of my eyes. i stumbled on my way to the door, even though i was still staring at my feet. i fell to the ground, and broke into desperate, heartbroken sobs that would probably scare charlie. i crossed my legs as i sat up weakly, staring into space, wishing i didnt have stupid human eyes, that i had vampire eyes that could see every dust mote in the air. every pattern in the wood of my bedleg. every brush line on the wall and every leaf on the trees outside, through the forest and across the mountins, the beach in la push, wishing i could see the world through my window, being able to pick out him out like a needle on a haystack, and bringing him home to me so i could hold him and never let him go. i knew i wouldnt be able to fight him as he would loosen my grip, as he strode off into the world once more and broke my heart again.
it hurts to live. life to me is a second death, only like being left to bleed on a pavement instead of a quick stab, then to be left in peace. death and life are much the same thing now. only death seems more peaceful, i already know, as i watch other people living there lives, there is nothing left for me. fun was like a greek word to me now. i didnt know what i ment. i thought about making the most of life before the pain killed me for sure. i couldnt remember HOW to have fun. what was the point of going to the beach? it wasn't going to bring my future back. it wouldnt make me feel any better. what was the point of going to the movies? it wasnt going to fill my sad eyes with excitment. i wasn't going to get better. not ever. i was going to be a girl that lived with no reason to live that had a life only of pain, her heart lost and her body cut into half. the pain was too much to bear. it took over, the pain never left, it flowed in my blood untill the poisen punched holes in my heart over and over untill all the feelings of love and happiness are washed out with my blood. the funny thing was; well, there wasnt anything that was funny about it; i hated to think of him. i hated to think of the happiness he suddenly brought into my life. because, i thought, because, deep deep in my heart where my thoughts were safe from causing me any more unbearable pain, i knew that he was somewhere in the world, oblivious to the damage that he had left behind. i knew that he was carrying on with his life, and that he was proably with someone much more beautiful then me by now, holding them in his stone arms. someone that he wasn't wasting his life by being with. someone that wouldnt turn into a wrinkled old lady in 60 years. but it wasn't his fault. he didnt know how deep i really was and how he was like a drug to me. he didnt know. or maybe he did. maybe he felt uncomfortable with me loving him so, when he didnt love me back. only he never had told me this because he was afraid of hurting me. he was the most selfless person ever. the ache for him made me feel sick, my eyes burned and prickled. i stared ahead waiting for my tears to dry, but by one flicker of movment, the hot beads of salt water rolled down my cold cheeks. i didnt blush anymore. my chocolate brown eyes grew dark and empty. my limp hair hung, dead in a ponytail. i walked past my mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection. i blinked and more tears fell to the carpet. i turned away, not able to watch and to look at the face of a sad little heartbroken girl. i stared at the floor, my pain burning a hole in the ground with the emptyness of my eyes. i stumbled on my way to the door, even though i was still staring at my feet. i fell to the ground, and broke into desperate, heartbroken sobs that would probably scare charlie. i crossed my legs as i sat up weakly, staring into space, wishing i didnt have stupid human eyes, that i had vampire eyes that could see every dust mote in the air. every pattern in the wood of my bedleg. every brush line on the wall and every leaf on the trees outside, through the forest and across the mountins, the beach in la push, wishing i could see the world through my window, being able to pick out him out like a needle on a haystack, and bringing him home to me so i could hold him and never let him go. i knew i wouldnt be able to fight him as he would loosen my grip, as he strode off into the world once more and broke my heart again.
The reason why i haven't been able to write to much is because i have school, after school activites, projects, afternoon homework, and weekend work!! I know, it's crazy!!! but i have two major projecrts due, one in december, and one in January!!! So I know that you are thinking 'Well, other writers can write their stories and have more work than me' The problem is that i can't focus on more than one thing and i get weekly projects so that messes up everything!
As soon as i have time to write i will!! I penkey swear!!!! Thanks you for bearing with me!! You guys rock!!
Luv u,
Bella_Cullen902
As soon as i have time to write i will!! I penkey swear!!!! Thanks you for bearing with me!! You guys rock!!
Luv u,
Bella_Cullen902
Twilight Romances
Alice and Jasper they fit together like pices of a puzzle
Emmett and Rosealie the perfect couple
Carlisle and Esme the lifelong dream
Edward and Bella the Romeo and Juliet of life
Renessme and Jacob The match as it came to be
Twilight romances oh my oh me.
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Why me
I ask myself all the time why me
why did he pick me
he is an angel
and i'm so averge
why me
how did I become this lucky
I can tell he loves me
and i don't know why
I wish he would tell me
or else I may cry
I'm so happy he can't die
My Edward My Edward
Why me why am I so lucky
Alice and Jasper they fit together like pices of a puzzle
Emmett and Rosealie the perfect couple
Carlisle and Esme the lifelong dream
Edward and Bella the Romeo and Juliet of life
Renessme and Jacob The match as it came to be
Twilight romances oh my oh me.
__________________________________________________
Why me
I ask myself all the time why me
why did he pick me
he is an angel
and i'm so averge
why me
how did I become this lucky
I can tell he loves me
and i don't know why
I wish he would tell me
or else I may cry
I'm so happy he can't die
My Edward My Edward
Why me why am I so lucky
Why is Rosalie so unpopular in the Twilight fandom?
She seems anything but a Mary Sue, and believe me when I say that. She's vain, shallow, and kind of hostile towards Bella at first. She's not perfect. She's no Disney princess who sings to chipmunks and has little animal friends who cater to her every whim. She has a temper that puts a lion with a bad case of PMS to shame on that count.
Remember that the way she acted to Bella was only because she felt threatened. She thought Bella was going to reveal their secret. That just shows that she cares about the safety of her family, right?
Can you imagine being shown up by someone clearly inferior to you? That might sting.
Rosalie really isn't that bad. Just that after reading a few hundred pages of limited insight about Rosalie, when all of a sudden she goes all soft, the damage done might not be reversible.
So please hear me when I say that Rosalie isn't such a horrible character. She really isn't.
She seems anything but a Mary Sue, and believe me when I say that. She's vain, shallow, and kind of hostile towards Bella at first. She's not perfect. She's no Disney princess who sings to chipmunks and has little animal friends who cater to her every whim. She has a temper that puts a lion with a bad case of PMS to shame on that count.
Remember that the way she acted to Bella was only because she felt threatened. She thought Bella was going to reveal their secret. That just shows that she cares about the safety of her family, right?
Can you imagine being shown up by someone clearly inferior to you? That might sting.
Rosalie really isn't that bad. Just that after reading a few hundred pages of limited insight about Rosalie, when all of a sudden she goes all soft, the damage done might not be reversible.
So please hear me when I say that Rosalie isn't such a horrible character. She really isn't.