This is my first attempt at digital art. Please let me know what you think! đ I couldn’t find a mouse so I had to make do with the touch pad of my laptop which is why the drawing is a bit trash.
Your feedback is much appreciated! Thank you đ
– The Obsessive Writer
Told me I needed no knight in shining armour,
Told me I wasn’t a damsel in distress.
He said,
Every day I’ll work on making your dreams come true,
And every night I’ll rule them.
What he didn’t have to say,
And I already knew,
Is that he is mine and I am his.
For better or for worse,
We will always be ours.
Šī¸ Abirami.
Love is a tricky thing. It’s either all or nothing. What do you call it when you feel something in between? It’s usually paired with heartache. The loss of a loved one can be devastating. To think, you can never see them again, or hear their voice. What about losing someone even though they’re very much alive? Physically they’re the same as they were yesterday. But in your heart, you know things have changed. That kind of loss, breaks you apart and leaves a taint in every memory.
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December 10th, 2015 – Is my Boyfriend crazy?
2055 – Responses
jeanjeanette : I work in a hardware store and I’ve never seen this much nuts. Run while you can!
damnitsdanielle : you spelled ex-boyfriend wrong.
reply to damnitsdanielle by lilly_27black : Amen.
darksoulsmania : Dump.
kallisti_gold : If you have to ask, the answer is yes.
darkflamingo : You need therapy. Please get away from him.
juliejuke : Oh my god, Mel?
Alissa_kelly : Everyone at school needs to know how much of a jerk he is.
December 25th, 2015 – What’s your best experience with snow?
I love the snow. When I was little, my mom and I would come out and make snow angels. Our dog Scotch thought we were playing and he started rolling in the snow too! Except his angel didn’t look very angelic. And he sort of always messed up ours too by running all over it. I don’t know why I’m saying this. I guess all memories in life are a little messed up. And so are people. That’s what makes them real. Anyway, I wish you all a very merry Christmas!
30 – Responses
clevermuggle : I was borrowing my brother’s car to get the alcohols because I was the only sober one at the party. Pretty much the entire car was covered in frost and snow. I brushed it off the handle and got into the car. I went to turn on the interior lights so I can see where to put the keys. I accidentally hit the button for the sun_roof. Snow pours all over me. So in conclusion, fudge snow. There are no good experiences.
gamer8055 : You’re still with him, aren’t you?
December 27th, 2015 – How do I break up with my boyfriend?
I can’t take it anymore. I don’t even know how to give people space, let alone be able to use the space I’m given. It’s all too unlike me.
I still want him. Of course I do. I met him. I practically lived in his arms crying or just moping around for the past few days. It felt like I’d just be able to get over it and be with him. And he’s been amazing to me. Maybe even better than before. It’s silly that he’s the person I go to when I have a problem, even when HE is the problem. At the end of every day, when I’m alone and I cry myself to sleep, I know. Deep inside. I know it’s over.
My heart feels heavy every time I think about how much it will hurt him if I left. Whatever you might think, he loves me. We love each other to bits. But it’s gotten toxic lately. One of us needs to wake up and smell the shit. And it’s apparently me. I’m going to have to man up and do it.
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December 30th, 2015 – Que Sera Sera.
All things are for the good. Or that’s what they say. I ended things with him today. But I have this strange feeling that we’ll always stay connected in a way no matter what. I never thought I’d be writing about my first love in the past tense. It’s the most predictable thing, yet no one sees it coming. I am was an optimist. What’s your excuse?
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February 3rd, 2016 – I’m Moving in to my Dorm. Got any advice?
School’s in. And it’s in Europe!! đ I know. I’m psyched. I’ve always wanted to travel. This is my first step in trotting all over the globe. I’m going to be alone. And I’m going to be doing a lot of exploring! Please leave some suggestions in the comments if you have any. I’m starting a fresh chapter this year. Happy new year to you all! I know I’m really really late. Tardiness is in fact my middle name. (Actually it’s Rae, if you care) But, better late than never!
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February 14th, 2016 – Happy Valentine’s Day to you and Happy Moving Day to me!!!
I’m here and it’s all happening. It is like having an pair of wings glued to my hands. I know I’m overreacting but this is my first real taste of freedom. Let’s go and explore the hell out of this place, shall we? London here I come.
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February 21st, 2016 – I never thought I’d say this, but English Lit sucks.
I was so excited to be finally studying something I thought I would enjoy. But then, life has a habit of throwing curveballs at me in the worst of times. My professor is a shit bag. Opinions are called opinions for a reason! It was my opinion. That’s what she asked for. And before the words even left my mouth, she was all, “WROOOONG!!!!”. Yeah whatever. And worst of all, she (I mean THEY) is this self proclaimed feminist who doesn’t let us use gender specific indicators. Which is Dumb.
30 – Responses
atomicpete : I’m pretty sure English Lit would suck no matter who taught it. Just saying..
jake6711 : Nerd alert! These girls gotta quit on this whining.
reply to jake6711 by agirlwhodreams : Piss off! Jerkwad.
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March 5th, 2016 – A secret admirer – WHAT?
Okay I’m making it out to be way more flattering than it actually is. So, I’m on my way home. I was almost in the parking when I realise that I forgot my reading material for English Lit. I hustled back to my locker because I can’t have my ass of a professor handing my ass to me again in class. I got the book and I was about to leave, and that’s when I saw it. There was a note pinned to a picture of me on my locker. It said,
You caught my eye, then you stole my heart. How predictable!
98 – Responses
To be continued…
Š Abirami
New beginnings are simply the best. Everything’s all nice and shiny. I love the excitement! As good as a clean slate sounds, what is it but the calm before the storm.
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March 10th, 2016 – I can’t even sleep.
I should let it go, I know. But I can’t. I at least want to know who. I haven’t the faintest clue.
I was in economics the other day and this guy – let’s call him Alex! So I caught Alex grinning at me each and every time we made eye contact. I am not making this up. Believe me. I tried to shake it off thinking I was being paranoid but after a while it was clear that I wasn’t imagining it. So there I was letting the fact that Alex liked me, sink in. It didn’t sink in very far after I watched him fall off of his chair. The bloody guy was stoned.
In lunch, the cute Japanese exchange student let me have his chocolate pudding. It was the last one they had. It has to be him, right? I wouldn’t give my pudding up for ANYONE.
And Today, (this part creeped me out the most) I was supposed to have a pop quiz on all things Shakespeare. I finished my test and handed it over to my teacher and you should note that I had on a stupidly confident expression on my face while doing so. He got it from me and flipped it over. Why’d he do that? Oh yeah. He did it because the question paper was printed on the backside too. How wonderful. My expression then changed to a somewhat suicidal one. And then, he did the craziest thing. After being genuinely amused by my bewilderment, he took out his pen and filled out the answers for me. And then, he winked at me and placed my answer sheet on the stack he had collected from the rest of the class.
Oh my god. This CANNOT be happening. *gulp*
503 – Responses
Danderlion : Aww! Isn’t that cute? Your teacher sounds adorbs!!
reply to Danderlion by gamer8055 : That is extremely inappropriate, FYI.
mamaontheroad : Where do you find these guys? Seriously?
March 13th, 2016 – Blast from the Past.
Jake texted me asking how I was doing. It’s just a text, but I can’t believe it’s affecting me this much. I hate it. There’s this sickening feeling like a hole is forming in my stomach and it’s sucking all the air out. Why can’t I be one of those people who reminisce their lost loves and write poetry about them? Why did I have to be so messed up? I’ll never know.
Oh and I forgot to mention, I replied saying,
Woahsome! you?
What in God’s name is “Woahsome”? I disgust myself.
To top it off, when I was kicking myself about this, I accidentally knocked over a trash can and this girl saw me fall on my ass. Why did it have to be her? Let’s call her Evilla. Frankly, that’s what everyone should call her. She’s been on my case since the day I got here. As soon as my ass hit the floor she let out this high pitched shriek of a laugh and her dumb girl gang joined in. I deserved it.
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March 20th, 2016 – I don’t understand
I should write that on a T-shirt and wear it everywhere. Because, I really DON’T understand. Do you remember my teacher from the test? Of course you do. I had to submit my paper which was a follow up to the test in the office. As soon as I walked in to his cabin, his face lit up like it always does. He’s a good looking man. You know? That kind with sharp chiseled features that could literally cut you. Not that I care or anything. Two other staff were there talking to him. I left my paper on his desk and as I was about to leave, he decided to introduce me to his colleagues. He was like, “This is Melissa. She’s my number one fan girl this semester!” And as I stared in absolute horror, the other two men were snickering and nudging him saying, “Look at you go, heart breaker!”
Wait, WHAT? He thinks I like him? Sure. SURE. Well that explains the answers he forged on my test. A little charity for your fan, huh?
I just stormed out of there without a word. I hope he got the message that I am most definitely not his fan.
15 – Responses
KateKlossi : You sure you’re not into him?
reply to KateKlossi : YES. I’M SURE.
March 25th, 2016 – It happened again!
Anyone could have seen that yellow envelope sticking out of my locker from miles away. I rushed over to it all the way from across the corridor, not realising that I was attracting too much attention.
I pulled it out with way too much excitement. It’s a miracle I didn’t rip it to pieces.
How much longer do I have to wait? You still owe me a heart.
Somehow this secret admirer person is becoming the only person I like lately. I mean, my friends are cool. There’s Andrew and Jessica from English Lit. But, this person sort of gives me hope that there’s still some mystery left in life. I like that. As always my happiness is tremendously short-lived.
Evilla walked right through me knocking over the letter. Oh she’s blind now? Good for her. It was obvious she orchestrated the whole damn ‘accident’. She picked up the envelope as if she was helping me out and she totally peeked at it. I could tell she read it from the way her buggy eyes popped. “Someone left that, for you?”, she just squealed almost as if it was too unrealistic. Yes. Why would anyone leave anything for little boring Mel when they could be leaving it for super smart Evilla. Well screw you, Evilla! You didn’t get a note. I did. Suck on that.
30 – Responses
KateKlossi : It’s definitely your teacher. Mind games are so hot! I miss being a teenager.
Ronnie230 : Forbidden love does have that fire to it. Be careful, girl. don’t get too burned. đ
gamer8055 : WHY DOESN’T ANYONE SEE THAT THIS IS INAPPROPRIATE?
To be continued…
Š Abirami
So many people rant about self-love, and I donât know about you, but I often wonder things like, âTheyâre just saying that because they have someoneâ you know? Iâm skeptical to people who have millions of loving people in their lives who talk about self-love being the only love that âmattersâ. And then there are those perfect, flat stomached, curvy girls who say looks donât matter so donât hate your body. Love it for what it is.
We all are in this journey in life to find someone to complete us. Some of think we already found them, some of us never stop looking and some of us hate our lives because we donât have that someone. What is this someone for, you ask? It is to help bury all those insecurities. Am I pretty enough? Am I skinny enough? Am I funny enough? Am I lovable? Am I fun to be around? We want someone whoâs going to answer all those questions in a positive way for the rest of our lives to feed our growing insecurities.
What if youâve already got that person and youâve no idea? What if I told you I know who completes you?
Itâs you.
Yes, Iâm starting to sound like those people who talk about self-love too, arenât I? Well times have changed and Iâve had some growing up to do. Itâs not just one or two but almost everyone who loves themselves seems to have a lot of people who love them. Everyone who feels confident about how they look is often perceived as beautiful and gorgeous. Are you seeing the common denominator here?
Be that person who sits on the bed with yourself and hold your own hand and stop those tears. Learn to cheer yourself up. You were born as a whole and you donât need someone to complete you. Once youâve reached that stage where you love yourself whether you lose that 10 kilos or not, those petty things wonât matter. And when youâre around people youâll start thinking about how they make you feel rather than panicking about whether they like you or not. Thatâs the day youâll find love, and friends and people who accept you for who you are. And thatâs the day youâll feel beautiful inside out.
– The Obsessive Writer
To be stopped and once again revived, the mind is not as patient as the heart. Hope is more comforting than intelligence when struck by a poison dart. During the wait to be brought back to life there are a few things that just make you wonder.. Is each minute a funeral march to the grave or a brave stride towards a rightful destiny? I should hate to lose myself in the fulfillment of an untold prophecy. Regardless, I lie here, awaiting my calling. A century long slumber, in a haze between flying and falling.
Š Abirami
You wield your cold, steely eyes like a deadly weapon.
Each stare is a merciless stab to the heart.
As I bleed out from the gaping wound,
Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.
Every touch sends chills down my spine,
You suffocate me with your smouldering smile,
As I pant out of breath,
Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.
You are my ocean of endless trust,
In you I drown, with complete submission.
As I enslave my heart to you,
Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.
Š Abirami
When asked the secret to a good relationship, the elderly couple replied,
“Back then, date nights were at the park”
Love is strong where the WIFI is weak.
Š Abirami
I write away my sorrow
It is the only way I know.
Spilling ink thicker than blood.
Leaving behind words in place of scars.
They said, Be the change and the world will follow.
I pretend to be reborn.
I tell myself that I am the change.
And the world did follow,
On Instagram to mock at my expense.
Some people see a few familiar faces and call it home.
What if I need to look at hearts and not faces?
When I look through those chunks of rock
Will I still be able to tell them apart?
This mind of mine colourfully black and white,
Scatters them into piles of two
They all judge me for my depth
Some look at my pockets and some my poetry.
Š Abirami
Words are all I had and he took them from me. It drove me insane, not knowing what to say; to just stare in awe and adoration. All of a sudden there was something I loved more than myself.
Him.
His smile.
His eyes.
His warmth.
Him.
I remember it all. How he looked into my eyes, like we were the only people in the world; the sound of his voice…his laugh. It’s the kinda laugh that reminds you of the good things in life. He didn’t just give my heart wings, he made me want to fly. Flying is not so scary when I know I’ve got him to catch me when I fall.
Š Abirami
THE OBSESSIVE WRITER 