Sylph Angel

Monday, July 13, 2009

Hey guys. I'm gonna tell you trhe story of Jeni today. Made it up in ten minutes while returning from school today.

Jeni was a lonely little boy. People made fun of his name, because it's a girl's name. He avoided the crowd, wanted to do his own thing, alone. The people hurt him, they were scary, big... Fake. Thus people saw him as shy.

He had his own world in his head, complete with imaginary friends, deep complete personalities, utterly thought through. He had his own adventures in his mind. Imagine a flawless TV program, with him as the main character. It was better than the real world, in any case. There were virtual trails and challenges, but he always got through them after trying hard enough, and everything was nicely predictable, they were his own stories after all. So unlike the failures, pains of real life. His mind was his escape.

Inside his own head, he was free. Each time life seemed too hard for him, he hid. Continued on his adventures in his parallel dimension. He let no one in. It was his world, his rules, his desires, everything he wanted. Of course, as he grew older, interaction with others grew mandatory. He was quite a smart chap. Tended to do fairly well for exams despite barely trying. Results never pleased him though. Doing well for his exams was just his way of getting teachers and parents off his back.

He appeared to others as quiet, amiable, nice. No surprise, since every word, every move he makes, has already been thought over repeatedly. Yet his façade was not to gain liking from others, but to keep trouble away. He placed no value in human relationships. They bring nothing but more and more problems. He preferrred to remain in his own world, free.

One day, Jeni met a girl named Sarah. They greeted each other. Jeni felt an immediate liking for her. Her posture, smile, voice. Everything seemed perfect to him. He never had a "perfect" label for any one girl, before that day. Progressively, as he saw her more, his attraction for her grew. She seemed truly perfect. Fun-loving, happy... Permahigh, and above all, true. He kept back though, it was too early, and she had many other suitors. He sees underlying vibes very well.

Yet even our dear cautious Jeni makes mistakes. The urge to get to know Sarah eventually grew too much for him to handle. He went forth in an attempt to start some form of relationship with her. She received him well. He was overjoyed. Could he have finally found the one he could trust, open up to, give his emotions to? He wanted someone like this for a long time, but grew to lose faith in such a person existing. Now... He felt like his dreams have come true!

Sadly with every relationship, comes trails and tribulations. Jeni's was no exception. He uncovered painful information about her, rather involuntarily. He began to doubt her. Indirectly confronted her about it. Sarah didn't like the confrontations. She gradually distanced herself from him. He was hurt even more. Cried every night. She had ripped his heart in two. One half clinging to her too tightly, the other clinging to whatever broken love remained in himself.

Now he has recovered partially, but the scar still remains. He had found his one and only, he had found perfection. He is a perfectionist. Nothing will do for him but the perfect. But now he sees more behind her flawless visage. He sees lies. A desperate house keeper shielding her dirty walls with beautiful tapestry. He cannot love anyone else anymore...

Jeni looks back. Realizes love, in whatever trashy condition, beats having nothing by a million miles.

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Ahhhhhh I rock at writing emo stories (minus the countless spelling/grammar mistakes I made, which I'm not correcting), don't I? Got inspiration from the saddddd story of Madame Loisel, among other... things... Of course, playing emo music helps :D

I dreamt today again. Sigh. Seriously, all my dreams now seem to revolve around training and... Urgh, images just flashed across my mind. What was, what has been, what could have been, what isn't. My dreams TAUNT ME of my current state. Head on my chest, arms round your shoulder, we stared into the night. Ocean so black, a crocodile in the water. I looked down, beautiful hair, so relaxed. I can't shake the frame.

My father just asked me why I was wearing such a sad, burnt look on my face. I'm not really sad, just thinking. Do I look sad when I think? When my mind leaves my body, the truth shows?

Okay I need to get down to homework. I need to find the suitable format for the language arts assignment. Was looking at previous assignments from last year :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D Ownage teacher, ownage commentaries. Can't seem too comment the same for my own poem though. It's too shallow already. I as good as rewrote the whole story in rhyme, nothing deep. Bleh the forty liner seems so bland. Just like the story -.-

Byebye. I might put up some nice songs later.

Better than the original? Too late to apologize. Might as well don't.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

From my dear sisssss!! :D

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