Imagine Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

I smiled proudly. "No way." "Mhmm," I smiled. "I still have it in one of my boxes at my parents' house. It was like a mantra." "That's amazing," he laughed. "Which character do you think I'm most like?" "Oh definitely Joey," I replied without a second thought. "Because of my good looks yeah?" Tyler smirked proudly. "No no," I corrected him. "I was talking about having the mind of a five-year-old, but you can believe what you want."

Sometimes I get deeply silent, and my personality is volatile every New Year? Would you change your opinion of me if you knew? That my imagination is very wide, and that there is always in my imagination who I am talking to? And I never see it as crazy, but sometimes I cry and cry.. If I imagine something sad! Or that I listened to a sad song Will you change your mind about me?? If I know that I only wear what befits me, and let everyone go to hell, and that I do not care what is said about me, but I seek to satisfy myself first

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Least of all me. ---

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Well the rest, I will be leaving for you guy's to imagine… wink, wink. `

me? . . #TBC

Then he said, “My turn Lovely, how did you discover my name? I know I never told you and Nick said he didn’t either.” He cuts to the chase fast I thought but I said halfheartedly, “Maybe we should do this over shots.” I sighed to myself; how do you tell someone you’re a little crazy. That you have out of control tantrums and pass out. He’s stood by me so far; it is what it is. “I don’t know what you believe, everyone always thinks I’m crazy. Shit, maybe I am.” I sighed a little. “Sometimes I have these intense feelings and dreams and when they come, I just pass out. The last year or so they have been more frequent. I, I can’t explain but I see things and I can paint things that trigger other

It was too beautiful to be concealed. “Maybe one day,” I murmured to myself, “I’ll be able to show myself to the world without hiding any part of me.” Just then, my phone dinged from the table. I glanced at it, raising a brow when I saw the notification. The first thing that appeared on the screen was a sticker of an old man smiling and doing a heart sign. I didn’t even have to check the name, I already knew it was Adam. I shook my head, smiling despite myself.