Valentine
Immersed in total silence inside my car, I won’t just stop pondering about several scenarios on how things will turn out a few moments from now. The lack of distractive noises and people lingering around just made me completely transfixed. I can picture myself drowning in a cold sweat as we try to have a decent family conversation at the dinner table. I can feel the deep-set awkwardness exercising authority as we eat silently and the only noise we can hear is the sound of cutlery and plates, the sound of food being tensely chewed, and even the sound that our throat makes every time we gulp some water. I can see dad extremely comfortable with utmost happiness radiating from his usual spot facing all four of us not knowing that b
DominicValentine slowly faded away until he was already gone, leaving a heartbroken douchebag behind.What have I done?What the actual fuck!
ValentineIt was a bit difficult to sleep on the couch, given the limited space, but I would rather choose to pamper and lift my pride than to push it down and sleep right beside Dominic. The tension is invisibly present, and the wounds are still fresh. And I don't mean to keep on squeezing lemon drops on that wound when I know I can just let the power of time to heal it. Maybe Dominic would swallow his towering pride and decided to come and talk to me. Or perhaps I'll wait for the wound to heal up first before I myself start talking to him again. After all, I'm not that furious at him; I'm just in pain by what he's thinking about me. Right now, I wish to keep my lips zipped tight. But why does this shit have to happen anyway? I believe foreve
DominicI guess Valentine doesn't really want to talk this shit out with me as I ended up in unfortunate solitary confinement here in his very own bedroom. What a total bummer yet at least I'm still thankful that he's not doing something crazy like punching some innocent wall or reckless driving to drown his pain away. I was more than ready to admit my mistakes and apologize to him, and perhaps after that, we can have some make-up kiss, maybe even beyond that. I don't know what has gotten into me to create this mess. I guess it was because I conceitedly thought that I can always play him, that I can easily trick and test him, that he's more than just a stupid jerk. I actually deserve this punishment that he's giving me.
ValentineI swore to the seven heavens that I won't let my anger take control of me ever again, and yet here I am completely acting as simple as a marionette manipulated by my puppeteer, anger. My initial blow momentarily knocked Lance out of balance, but he was able to get back up quicker than I initially thought ultimately dodging my second punch as he managed to land his fist on my left cheek. It did hurt, but unfortunately, it wasn't that strong enough to knock me out of balance as I was quick to grab his one arm and land a punch on his stomach, twice. Yhannie and Dominic were both panicking and screaming at us, but all I can hear was just a clanging noise. Anger had utterly taken over my body that I paid no attention at anyone other than
Dominic"Ouch!" Valentine squealed just as I am beginning to clean his busted lip. "That hurts!""Yup, you deserve that, you stupid jerk" I shot at him as I pressed harder, purposely hurting him."AWWW!" He complained. He’s squealing in pain, but he did not hold back on challenging Lance to a fight? He could’ve reacted more like a mature person, but he chose to be the immature one, so he totally deserves this.
ValentineEveryone knows that there's a Romeo to every Juliet, a Jack to every Rose and most definitely an Ennis to every Jack motherfuckin' Twist. I had just watched that film last night. It was a hell of an emotional rollercoaster ride, and it inadvertently taught me one particular thing, I need to be the Valentine to Dominic motherfucking Warren.Even though I'm already used to not getting better if not the best sleep, I still feel uncomfortably sleepy after not obtaining a good night's sleep
LanceRejection.A lot of people are reluctant to try their shot at something, most probably because of the fear of rejection. And Lance Anderson definitely recognizes rejection very well. Everything began when I was given up for adoption by my biological parents, which eventually brought me to a hell hole they call foster home. I stayed there for almost a year and trusted my own experience, that foster home I was in ain't even a home at all. It was exceptionally terrible in all circumstances. Everyone's fighting and screaming, there were the bullies who think they own the foster home, there wasn't enough bed to everyone, and if you wanted to
LanceUnhealthy.That is precisely how I would describe all of these irrational and repetitive actions that I have been doing ever since I was inadvertently captivated by that bewitching Dominic. Getting up early in the morning and staring at his stolen photos from my gallery, going to school, and just trying to take more stolen shots and finally going to bed to just staring at them again. It's becoming more and more compulsive as the days go by, and I just want it to stop in an instant. I should have probably confessed to him the moment I realized that I like him inst