Creative Writing discussion

   
                                  the life of pablo ;; but this time it's red
                                   ( i've been thinking about my vision )

                        A R C H I T E C T ━ revealing the layers to my soul

▸ red ; female aged about 16 years
▸ very interested in writing but not very good at it
▸ interested also in fashion, architecture, graphic             design, psychology, kick boxing, statistics
▸ very into current trends // steryotypical 2016 urban       teenage things
▸ probably won't even finish/start half these things
▸ but that's okay

CW july contest
album ideas
▸ trapsoul by bryson tiller w. 14 songs
▸ the life of pablo by kanye west w. 19 songs
hm hm hm one of these two

i orginially wasn't going to spoiler this but i am catching so many feelings from my thoughts so idk i just did this so i wouldn't have to see it.(view spoiler)[

i. hi. my name is pablo, and i'm you're every day colored male. my favorite color is orange, i work from nine to five on the weekdays and go to church on sundays. i have never done wrong to anyone, i have two children and a wife who is expecting. i would like to tell you that my life is great, except right now it's not looking so hot.

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v. i used to have a lot of friends. i think, i don't remember anymore. we would all try very hard in school and our jobs. and i'm doing so good now. i'm doing so good that my old friends reached out to me. they tell me we haven't talked in so long and say they could use my help. and heck, i would help, but they weren't there when i was down like they are now. shame, isn't it?

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vii.i've always been such an optimist. i turn everything to good news. all my set backs are only temporary you see, i'll get where i want to go get through hard work. i used to tell my mom my whole life would become a movie, all of my actions turning into major highlights of a documentary. my life will be so great they'll want to watch it over and over again.

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x. i've always been able to count on my family to be there for me. no matter what happens they've always had my back, and i love them for that. even at my lowest point, they've had me. what more could i ask for?

xi. it takes a while to accept it, but everyone has haters. there will always be someone who doesn't like you or believe in you. they will put you down and critize everything you do. it's going to hurt yeah, but you shouldn't let them get to you. took me a while, but i got over it. just had to remember that at the end of the day i'm the only person that gets to decide who i am.

xii. sometimes i think i may have gotten to caught up in my life. i think i am the reason i have lost some friends and family over the years, not my success. people text me all the time asking how i'm doing, and i don't even know who they are. i mean sometimes it just turns out they want something, so what's it matter anyway? i can't tell who really wants friendship anyway, so maybe i'm better off this way.

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xiv. life is precious

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xx. everyone has thoughts they just keep to themselves.

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only spoilering this because the last one is long and this one might be too lol (view spoiler)[

i. you have been searching in this library for hours, looking for something worth your attention. you find this journal, old and dusty, the cover is ripped in dirty. it looks as if it was at one point something beautiful. you flip through the first few pages before you find where it starts. the journal begins. it reads i am different from the others. i am better for her, for them. and i know they know too.

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iii. at one point i had assumed we would be together forever. she was the love of my life, or so i had thought.

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v. i want to be with someone who deserves the best. someone who deserves me. someone who understands what it's like to be mistreated and played, someone who would value me. and in return, i would treat them greatly. the would become my queen.

vi. infatuation is a dangerous thing. especially when no one believes your feelings are real. but they are, they so are. her friends say differently, they're so negative, they tell her that i'm not what she thinks. 'i would go insane for her love, does that mean nothing' ?

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iix. i understand i messed up. i know i did it a few times. a few times too many, i understand. but i want it to be us again. she doesn't, but i know i'll get her back. she says i messed up and that it's over, but i know damn well that it's not.

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x. i guess i just had to take this a little more seriously and i would've ended up here a little quicker. but i'm here now.

xi. before, that girl never liked me. she hadn't been a fan of mine, and wouldn't even acknowledge me existence. but now? now she was too into me. she won't hop off my dick, she's totally into me and thinks that we all of the sudden belong together? and like, i hate to crush her dream of us being soul mates, but we definitely don't belong together.

xii. she says that i don't love her anymore. she thinks that our love has faded and that it's time to end this thing we have going on. but i can't let that happen, especially when i've been into her for so long. sure, i haven't made things obvious, but i love her. i always have.

xiiv. she's scared of what will happen. you know, when he see's her with me? but he should've known this would happen? i mean, look at me? of course 'she would get up and leave him for me'

xiv. i broke. i have finally broken. i wasn't feeling myself, she wasn't either. she wasn't feeling loved, she was feeling wronged, she was feeling lonely. i become the truest form of myself, but that wasn't enough. please, forgive me. the journal ends here. you flip through the pages, looking for more. but that's it. the journal is finished.

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note to self ; if you pick trap then make i. of pablo it's own thing cause man
the vision is real

also; write to music more often cause these ideas are gOLD