Rant

Why is it that it is so hard to get along with your siblings. I ask this to myself at 1:18 in the morning well lying awake in bed. So of course I had to get the computer and type this up really fast.
It's like sometimes I feel we make it our mission to push each others buttons. Maybe this is because I am a sad loner with nothing better to do, but the problem with that is I am not a loner. I have the internet, and a bedroom door. And wow I really can not fall asleep right now. Sometimes I feel like we live to annoy each other. Like yesterday when my sister just ran into my room and grabbed my iPad with no other intention  but to annoy me. But I guess at the end of the day, smart people created headphones for a reason!
Good night!

Never Let Me Go

Okay so I got this Idea to write a one shot on the song Never Let Me Go by Florence and the Machine.
Enjoy!

I start to swim. Of course I have fully thought this out. I think about what the bottom of the sea bed looks like. I think of how peaceful the fish must be down there. I think of all the people who have died in shipwrecks and how I will be joining them soon. I think about all of the people that never liked me. And then I think about her, and how you could get lost swimming in her eyes. I start to wade deeper, feeling the freezing cold water on my legs. A thousand miles of water. I swim so far out the shore looks like a not so straight line drawn by a preschooler. I dive down. I keep swimming until my lungs burn. I feel like the water is washing away all of my sins. Never let me go, I imagine saying to her. That is my last thought before all go's dark.

Down below are the actual lyrics:

Looking up from underneath

Fractured moonlight on the sea

Reflections still look the same to me

As before I went under

And it's peaceful in the deep

'Cause either way you cannot breathe

No need to pray, no need to speak

Now I am under

Oh, and it's breaking over me

A thousand miles out to the sea bed

Found the place to rest my head

(Never let me go, never let me go

Never let me go, never let me go)

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me

And all this devotion was rushing over me

And the questions I have for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean deliver me

Though the pressure's hard to take

It's the only way I can escape

It seems a heavy choice to make

But now I am under, oh

And it's breaking over me

A thousand miles down to the sea bed

I found the place to rest my head

(Never let me go, never let me go

Never let me go, never let me go)

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me

(So cold and so sweet)

And all this devotion was rushing out of me

And the questions I have for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean deliver me

And it's over and I'm going under

But I'm not giving up

I'm just giving in

Oh, slipping underneath

So cold and so sweet

In the arms of the ocean, so sweet and so cold

And all this devotion, well, I never knew at all

And the questions I have for a sinner released

In the arms of the ocean deliver me

(Never let me go, never let me go

Never let me go, never let me go)

Deliver me

(Never let me go, never let me go

Never let me go, never let me go)

Never let me go, never let me go)

Deliver me

(Never let me go, never let me go)

Never let me go, never let me go)

Deliver me

Never let me go, never let me go

And it's over

I'm going under

But I'm not giving up

I'm just giving in

Ah, slipping underneath

Wooh, so cold, but so sweet

 

Practice Writing Conversations/One shot

"I am not doing graffiti with you." I told him.

"Why not it'll be fun." he pleaded with those brown eyes of his. 

"Come on you know your a great artist, besides i'll be with you." 

"That's not the point Kyle. The point is art just isn't my thing anymore." 

"Oh you mean like music, reading, sports, and anything that requires effort."

"Kyle you know that's not fair."

"Just give it a chance, if you want to go back home i'll drive you back."

I studied his face. Oh this brown eyed boy was going to be the death of me.

"Okay fine but we have to be back by 11:30, and we are not doing anything after."

His eyes brightened. "What did you think we would do after?" he grinned.

"Pervert." I said.