Novel & Cerita The Way I Used To Be

Those devils in nursing uniform. my parents found a way to sweep the case. While in there, I realize, I don't need the world, i don't need anyone, I'm my own boss, I'm 'JAYDEN' I got out with a fresh rebellion spirit. A changed man, I wanted all my father had. I wanted to be the bigger boss, he never care about me so I won't mind ruining him...

They only seem to come and go away (hey, hey) Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows Yeah, God only knows, the way it's gonna be I feel lost. Strange how I had a life before. I had it before, I was happy. But now as I look back, I have nothing. It’s gone. They are gone. Something precious was taken away from me and no matter how hard I try I can’t get it back because it is no longer there. What’s left with me are only memories and it hurts whenever I think of them. It hurts me now that I remember them. I have lost. I am alone now. I am all alone.

“But I never wanted things to turn out this way. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought… I thought we could fix things someday.” “Fix things? You mean?” I questioned, unable to believe my ears. “Maybe at least go back to being friends,” he replied shamelessly. “There’s nothing to fix, Josh,” I said. “Not anymore.” “Don’t you ever miss how we used to be?” I almost laughed, but I didn’t. There was no use in pretending. “I miss who I used to be,” I said. “Before I let people like you take everything from me.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but I was already walking away.

I'm a shell of the girl I used to be, I'm nothing more than a husk of the girl I once was. I used to have friends and go out, I used to love adventure and be daring but now all I do is hide out in the house until I know longer have black eyes or the swelling in my nose has gone down enough it's not that noticeable but I can't keep doing this I can't keep loosing what little bit of me is left.

Stellan was quiet for a long time before answering, his voice sounding raw. "No matter what happens, we will always be the closest of friends." Thea ran off in tears. "I won't come looking for you again. When you've made up your mind, take it and go find my mentor." Lying on the floor in a daze, I found myself drifting back to the year I turned 13. I had come home from the school for the blind covered in bruises.

When Melody told me about all of this, I was sitting in my office and drinking afternoon tea. She lamented, “Every villain meets their match, I guess. Did she ever think this would happen to her when she forced you into those clothes?” I put down the cake I was holding and looked at the bustling street outside. I felt nothing. “Who knows?” I said coolly. I no longer felt anything toward Joy. She was not worthy of my pity or even my satisfaction over her suffering. She was simply a stumbling block in my path. Since I had moved past her, there was no need for me to look back at her anymore.

I was completely different from the person in my memories. This was not how things should be…

Emily. Who was I again? When I woke up, I was lying in a soft bed. The warmth confused me. I couldn’t remember who I was. Who was I? I think I used to be just a wild kid from a small town. I spent my days running around, chasing rabbits and dogs, wading in the river, and getting tanned under the sun. And then? Then there was nothing else. All I could remember was how happy I used to be. I sat up, scratching my head in confusion. Where was I?

The mirrors stood against the walls, their glass gleaming in the dim light. Bliss moved toward the largest mirror, the one that had shown her the reflection of the woman she had once been, the woman she could have been. But she wasn’t that woman anymore. She had changed. She had learned the truth. And she would not be trapped by the house or by Damon.

Journal entry 201 Dear Treadway I have started calling you Way. You do not seem very fond of it because you correct me every time l say Way saying it's Treadway. I do not listen though because I want to be someone you think about. Every time you hear Way anywhere else you think of me. Selfish aren't l? I try talking to you on certain occasions but you keep the conversations professional, most of the times l do the talking. Not that you have a habit of ignoring people but I think you just don't talk a lot, you are reserved