I don't know what happened

I was happy

I was making progress 

Somewhere along the way i guess i started slipping

Everything got a little heavy to hold 

Nobody was there to help me with my baggage 

I was alone

You asked if I was okay

I said 

"no but I haven't been for a while"

You didn't understand 

I guess what I was trying to say that it doesn't matter 

No I'm not okay

I'm not fine 

It's been a while since i have been 

Nobody noticed though so I guess I'm not that bad off 

Here's the thing 

You can't leave depressed people alone 

You can't leave mentally ill people alone

Because sometimes they're so bad off you don't notice 

You don't notice them 

What if this is it? What if this is our one shot?

No hell below no heaven above. Would you kill someone over a story in a book? Would you hate someone because you heard that the way they love is different? Would you harass people and judge them based on nothing?

What if we praised "the little mermaid" like we do the bible? Would we hate people with or without fins? Would the curvy girl be the villains? Why do you hate so much just because of a book? How much easier would it be if religion didn't exist we wouldn't have had the holocaust or the KKK or the hate against Muslims. We would be more peaceful happier. That was supposed to be the point. You were supposed to love equally you were "made" by the same god and loved by him. How did we gather so much hate from this hopeful idea? How are we okay with this? -via depressed stoner

That night I remember like it was yesterday

The way you fit perfectly with me

Almost as if it were meant to be

The way your tongue danced across mine

The way your hands slid over my body 

The way I felt alive with your mouth on my neck 

I remember that day 

I remember the way we stole kisses 

Like little thieves hyped up after a robbery

We couldn't stop 

We were hooked on the taste of one another 

We never really fit 

We were like puzzle pieces 

All the same but our edges didn't go

It sure as hell was fun though

They called you reckless but they never met me

It's not clear for everyone to see

But I make you look like armature hour on scared straight 

I pretended to be a lightweight acting like I couldn't keep up

Acting like I needed your protection but really 

Really I wanted to be alone with you, and talk about the weather 

I wanted to discusses politics and laws and the universe

I wanted to discuss the world and everything that went on in your head 

I wanted to be yours 

Not just some quickie after a bong hit

I wanted to be the girl that made you want to be good 

I wanted you to get your life together for me 

I wanted to be important

But 

I guess we don't always get what we want 

After all there isn't always a rainbow after the storm 

Sometimes rain is just rain and stars are just stars 

The light in our eyes is no comparison to beauty of our souls 

Yet we never talk about those 

I thought you loved me. 

I thought you were the perfect guy 

You never stole anything

You didn't lie

At least I didn't think you did

But that night 

That night we fought you cried black tears

The demon possessing you leaving your body slowly 

You were the one possessed by this monster 

Yet it my heart torn out and stomped on 

It was me that paid the price for you

When I see him I ache.  I hear his laugh and it sends shivers down my spine.  His smile is art work to me. He's the type of boy that causes trouble the ones mother's warn you about.  Lucky for him I'm the type of girl that gets the goody goodies grounded for life. I make the bad boys seem like school girls.  I'm cold and cruel and terrible.  But then I see him and I melt.  He's destroying me and I'm letting him because I'm hoping maybe he'll want me like I want him.  The way his hands felt in my hair the way his tongue danced over mine leaving the taste of him permanently in my mouth. The way he branded my lungs with his air and left a picture on my body written in black and blue. "I can't help but forgive though because I'm in love with you" I want to scream. He uses me abuses me.  I'm nothing but a quickie after a blunt.  A nod in the hallways, a denial, a reject, I'm your backup plan your "maybe if I'm drunk enough"  while you're my first choice the one I want no matter the situation.  You're my world. I see why people don't like you but I don't understand because to me people don't get more incredible then you.

Meet Jo she's... unique. The year is 3039 there's kind of a new race.  It's been centuries since the aliens invaded and started mating with humans.  Normally they killed the offspring but every once in a while a few got free. Well one is Jo.  She has to keep her identity secret but here's her problem, Jo is in love with Kian.  Kians father is the leader of "The Hunt" which is the group of people that sniff out the survivors and "deal with them".  Jo cannot get to close to anyone she sits with her own thoughts killing her slowly. She's violent and loud and dark she's sad but fearless.  

Meet Kian he's average... or so we think.  Kians father is leader of The Hunt.  While in training kain moved to South Bridge high and meets Jo.  Well he doesn't meet her but he sees her.  She's in his Calculus class. She's dark and beautiful.  Kian is blonde haired and blue eyed he's spent his life following the rules and telling the truth. 

When the two meet their world's collide.  Everything falls out of place Kian is learning how to be open and fearless. He's breaking rules he's feared his whole life he's living.  While Jo is dying.  She's hiding from a boy she loves.  Jo gets more secretive more violent and more cold the longer they hang out. 

Will the star crossed lovers make it? 

How to kill someone in the most painful way possible:

1. Make them fall in love 

2. Kill the person they love slowly in front of them

3. Slowly carve them with a dull knife 

4. Pour salted lemon juice in the wounds 

5. Shoot them with a bebe gun 

6. Shoot them in the leg with a pistol 

7. Stab them with a hot knife in the arm 

8. Feed them 60 pills of aspirin to raise their acidic levels so they're stomach will burn like all of hell

9. Slit their wrists and watch them bleed out cleaning the wounds every so often with again the salted lemon juice before re cutting the wound

10. Take out their eyes while they're alive 

11. Make them swallow hot coals

And finally 

12. Brand them 

Have you ever had the experience of a waiter walking by your table with food and you just kind of want to take it from him.  Or have the urge to just punch someone for something stupid.  It's like that except instead you want to push a person against the wall and kiss them everywhere.  It's an ache in your gut that always comes around when you see  them.