Daily Stories, Daily Stories Diary Entries

Daily Story Diary Entries – Tuesday (23.10.18) – “I just want to be happy”

Someone once told me many years ago as a child that you have to choose; either you win or lose because you can’t have everything, so don’t even bother taking any chances through life at the end of the day you might feel the pain and don’t use love in vain. This is because love won’t set you free but I just can’t stand by the side lines anymore and watch my life pass me by because I’m so unhappy but the safest that I could be.

As I cry out to you in the night sky asking so what if it hurts me? So what if I break down? How will I know if this world throws me off the edge when my feet runs out of the ground. I got to find my sound, I just want to hear my sound of laughter because I really don’t care about the pain that’s expected of me. I just trying to be happy. I just want to be happy. 

Holding on so tightly because I don’t want to let it go but as I’m playing my role it’s starting to slowly disappear. All these days feel like they are just the same; just different faces, different names I just want you to get me out of here but I can’t stand by your side anymore and go to speak I have to watch this life pass me by. Yet those questions keep on coming back to me; what if it hurts me? What if I break down? What if this world just throws me off the edge? Will my feet run out of ground to walk on? I just got to find my place, I want to hear my sound, I don’t care about all the pain in front of me. I’m just trying to be happy. 

So if there’s any turns that I can’t see in front of me I’m a stranger on this road; please don’t say I’m a victim, please don’t say anything at all. I just want to be happy. 

Written By Lizzy Johnson 

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Daily Stories, I’ve got scars

Daily Stories – I’ve got scars – Who am I?

Sometimes you know when you push me so hard to do things or tell me how to do things. I don’t know how I feel or say on my own because you almost lead me to doubt that I can feel at all; like I’m a puppet of strings, and you’re just moving me about at all different angles. 

It’s not as though that I always listen but there’s so much I don’t want to hear anymore. If you just listen to me and understand that I’ll never be who you want me to be. Yet I know that all you’re asking for is a little place in my heart but you shown me how to protect myself from heart break so I don’t find it easy to give.

Maybe I get a little selfish sometimes which is a good thing that I’ve been told. So why shouldn’t I? I use to say “I love you?” Let me ask you would it make a difference this time around? 

And who am I to tell you that I would never let you down. When there’s no one else that could love you half as much as I do now. Who am I to tell you that I’ll always catch you when you fall. Well I, I wouldn’t be myself at all if it wasn’t for you to stand up to my parents strong beliefs I wouldn’t be myself at all. 

I didn’t want to do what everybody does and hide the truth to find that we never knew a thing about love. Just me and you this real life, real love and knowing what it comes down too. If I chose you or my parents beliefs. I know who I’ll pick.

I will always choose you.

Written By Lizzy Johnson 

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Daily Stories, Who says

Daily Stories – Who says – Pretty Girls Part 1

All around the world there’s so many pretty girls that can wipe the floor with all the boys; yet they don’t see it because they date all the girls who pour the drinks down themselves, bring the noise and the attention to get what they want. Yet the quiet ones are more pretty than them.

Yet all around the world the quiet pretty girls jump the line to the front because they do what they like and get what they want as they just pretty.  Hey didn’t you know that we aren’t all the same from Australia all around to LA. I bet you where ever the girls go the boys will follow; they just want to keep them on their toes because they can laugh yet they don’t even get their jokes, so you better set your watch as they are so predictable but somethings don’t change. 

As the a school reunion comes around the popular girls roll up at the time; all the boys seem to be taken back that they haven’t changed, yet still drawn to them more  until the quiet ones who would sit at the back and get picked on come through looking more pretty than the populars. 

Soon as the posh car doors open all of the eyes on them; all the jaws on the ground because they weren’t sure how this could happen, all of the boys went over to them it’s just so funny. They were like bees going to different flowers to pick more pollen and not return.  

Tell me, is this all true that these men are from Mars? It’s like they acting bizarre? Trying to get their numbers. Trying to take photos with them like they were famous. Yet they don’t see them rolling their eyes. They are like buzzing around them like flies. It’s like going back to a teenager as they got one thing on their minds and somethings don’t change.

Written By Lizzy Johnson 

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