MomoDoe

why do, even though we know it's wrong, continue to do things that are bad for us? why do we continue to do things that are dangerous to ourselves and other people? is it that we don't care? people would risk their lives, and the lives of others, instead of doing the right thing. when will they realize that, yes, it is serious, and you can hurt someone?

my dream for the future is not that I will have millions or mansion-size houses or even a family, but a road that leads me to happiness, and whatever that road entails will be something I'll look forward to, I won't follow the the instructions written on my map, rather, I will make my own as I follow my own map.

life is a game played by the One, who rolls the die and decides our fate. at the beginning, He rolls the die, even is boy, odd is girl. He moves the pieces while continuing to roll the die that decides our next step. rolling a one is good luck, two is bad luck, three is unfortunate and miserable, four is worse than three and five is worse than that, six means death. but who's to say that the One isn't just a pawn in another's game?

how can you stand on the soap-box and preach about bullying, when you're a bully yourself? i can't stand by your side when you do the same thing the bullies do. you are no better then them. you say you're the stronger person, yet you stoop to their level. you may be a victim, but you're also a bully. if you can't say something nice about someone, then say nothing. it's a simple rule. yet you continue to do the opposite. you still don't understand how words can hurt and cause pain, although you of all people should.

why do people care about looks? in the end, we'll be old and wrinkled. the true beauty lies in the person. do you open the book and read it? or do you read the cover and dismiss it? appearances don't matter, you say, but on the inside, we know that isn't the truth. next time, try opening the book. read it once, twice even three times.

i remember the day when we first met when the rumors began, and you were mad, but i was happy because you talked to me. but i was too shy to speak up and say anything to you. i ran from you, even though i loved you. i was shy. when i look back on it now, i still consider you my first love. i'd do anything to see you again, and tell you the truth. i wish i could see you smile one more time.

she's well praised and well-liked by everyone, her family adores her, everyone is her friend, teachers love her, she always knows the latest trends, she performs well in school, she is perfect, but in reality, she's ignored and hated by many, her family ignores her, no one is her friend, teachers don't bother with her, she doesn't understand fashion, she gets decent grades, she is anything but perfect, she lives somewhere else where no one can get to her, she lives in the imaginary drive.

Inside a large and cluttered room in a high school, an English class was in session. Students, namely the boys, sat in the back rows, talking about their summer. There were girls on the side of the room talking of the same thing. The summer had ended and it was time for students to return to the place they dreaded the most. In the front row sat a girl, Lily, who was probably the only one listening to the teacher. She was half-listening, but that was more than anyone else. She glanced at the clock in the left-hand corner of the room. "2:20, only ten more minutes," she told herself. "Then you can go home and eat ice cream and lay on the floor.

Alan, I wonder if you felt the same way I did. Back then, I was completely oblivious to that and I didn't know it was me you were talking about. But when I look back on it now, I realize that it was me you were talking about when we sat outside the school. I don't know how I couldn't have realized that. Do you remember the day we first met? I remember it fondly because it was the first time I talked to you. And it was the day you ruined my favorite shirt. I still haven't forgotten about it. When I was walking towards you that day, I remember that my heart started pounding so hard, I thought that I was going to die. I became so disoriented