KawaiiPonyGirl

I do, I never keep up with the fact that I'm a FUCKING GIRL SITTING IN HER ROOM, NEVER GETTING SUNLIGHT AND MAKING POINTLESS REQUESTS TO MY FRIENDS. I AM A TERRIBLE FRIEND OVER ALL AND NEVER TALK TO PEOPLE, I'M LEAVING. I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE, I JUST CAN'T TAKE ANYONE ANYMORE. I AM FUCKING ANNOYED AT MYSELF FOR BEING A BITCH AT EVERYONE IN MY LIFE AND I WANT FREEDOM. Not only do I hate myself, I don't deserve to have such friends in my life. Talk to me if you want to, maybe i'll respond. If I don't, I don't want ANYTHING to do with you. I'm so lonely and a bitch that I made this to complain to you. I have so many FUCKING problems... Help

Chris opens his sleepy eyes, waking in a cold, blank room. There were no windows in this exact place, just a blinking light at the end of the frightening room. "Hello?" His greeting echoed through the room as he sat up on his throne of metal. He messed with his shirt and his hair, trying to make himself look presentable to anyone (If anyone was coming in the room.) The British boy stared at the door, sigh. It just snapped in his head, he should be scared, terrified. But no, the boy was brave and made of stone. "Chris. Chris?" A voice called him, it sounded like it was coming from above him. It faded closer and closer until he saw the other

I knew this was going to come. I knew it but I had too, I love this ship a little too much. PJ's POV "So, how are you and Felix?" Dan smiles and places Phil's 'daddy' mug on the coffee table, Phil walks in and sits next to Dan. He grabs the cup and takes a little sip. "We're... Good-Yeah. Good." I stutter as I look away, we have been alright but I've been having mood swings. I swear it's his looks. "Oh good. I was wondering that because you look so, distracted around him." He winks and chuckles a little, nudging me. "Oh shut up. Not as much as you when you look at Phil, Heart eyes Howell." I smirk at my reply and I see his expression change

My face was covered in my long, salty tears, I was disgusted. Depressed. So many people trying to pull me down. They can say whatever they want, but they can't fucking mess with me and Mark. Mark was a strong man but with a very sweet heart, he was very.. Feminine when it came to conversation. He would talk about things that were so over the top and talk in a tone that I couldn't wrap my head around.. it was confusing to most people but I got why he was like this. He was a very... Touchy person.. "I can see clothes!! Oh my God oh my God.... let's go!" He would grab on my hand tightly and race to the stores with me. He would run a finger dow

Before I begin, this was based off of ~RainbowRandomness (https://www.deviantart.com/rainbowrandomness)'s 'Love Song'. You should check that fanfic out! The keys on the piano being pushed down by a being is the best thing I could hear, so I'm lucky I have Dan. Still, Friday nights were always piano night for him. He would sit down in the living room with his keyboard or he would just play his piano. "Dan?" I walk to his room, seeing Dan tilting his head forward and playing a slow tune. "Oh. Y-Yeah?" He spins to face me after he closes the piano, flashing a red before replying. "Can I... Sit in here with you, while... Ya' know. Play your piano?" I scratch the back of my neck as he fl

Sean (Jack)'s POV "Mark..." "Stop. It's not funny." I cross my arms as he caresses the side of my laptop. But I have to say, that was pretty funny even though it made my mind go to so many places. I shouldn't let you know. "Eh?" He winks and continues, taking a tiny peek of the little editing box on my screen. "Okay... It is funny." he takes the laptop off my lap and sits on it, facing me in a weird way. He better be kidding... Can't he love me? He can't. I don't love him? Do I love him!? "Mark. Get off." I push him off but it's almost like he's superglued to me. I just really like it. "No..." Mark starts to stare at me, almost looking lik

Chris' been driven away from him. His "friend". He'll never get to see his curly locks or his little solos on the guitar. It's like they have trapped him. So depression slowly took over him. Every day, sobbing into his pillow waiting for any kind of contact with Peej. "I don't wa-wanna leave anymore... I just want to stay here every single second..." Chris looks at his ceiling. It's so bright... How dare it must be light at this moment. He has been crying for so long. He doesn't deserve the light... "I miss you... Pj. I wish you would come back to me." Chris starts to cry again, remembering his every moment with the love of his life. That all