Why be single?

1. You aren't staying up waiting on that phone call from your "significant other".
2. You aren't limited to one person(kind of joking here.)
3. You learn who you are without someone else deciding or influencing you.
4. You have more free time.
5. You see your friends more (goes along with #4)
6. You have more money.
7. You realize how dumb some people look when they're with their "sweetheart".
8. You don't have to remember as many "important" dates.
9. You don't have to buy presents(goes with #6).
10. You can't get let down on Valentines Day.

The Little Girl

I think I used to hide it on purpose, or maybe I just pushed it away somehow in my quick maturing, whether I decided to mature fast or was forced to or both. For whatever reason i grew up quickly and kinda shoved it to the side.
A friend's dad put it this way.
Ever since he's known me he's known this young woman who is very grown up for her age and much more intelligent or intellectual than your average teenage girl. She's always staying busy, always doing her best and even raising the standards. Putting forth more effort and pushing the limits

but somewhere inside of her is a little girl

and shes hurting. She wants to have fun. She wants to just be a little girl for whatever reason, she didnt get to be, not like she wanted.She's a part of me. I cant just forget about it or get rid of it. Its just another part of who I am and when I push that side of me away for too long i get unhappy with who I am, with who I've become because that's my sensitive side. But sometimes I feel like I'm too emotional, weak, and its my fault. And I believe that I let myself get that way so I just want to remove that sensitivity from my being. So I end up confused. I don't like feeling weak and helpless as a little girl. I want to be independent. Or so I think. But then I realize how little I really am and how dangerous it can be if I lost that little girl side of me, how heartless I can become if I ignore her.

Fatal Adoration, a story of something unavoidable.

She was smart, but humble. Sweet and innocent. And yet, she could conquer the world. Whether or not she was aware of this remains a mystery, but she certainly wanted to rid it from all evil.
He was both handsome and powerful, but secretly gentle. He was not completely harmless, but he did not want to hurt others.

Untitled For Now

The addiction creeps in, acting like an old friend. It lies to you and tells you what you want to hear. Its a parasite, feeding off your emotions, your thoughts and anything else you let it have. Inhale and it inhales with you. Run and its right there beside you. Turn away from it and it still stares you down, its eyes a reflection of yours, making you believe its a part of you. It says your in control and entices you with pleasure. You know from experience that this isn't true. You must fight. Stand for what you know and what you really want. Stop letting this control you. Let it know that you control yourself. If change is what you truly want, change is what you will get. Don't quit. Don't give up. There is hope. A dumb four-letter word that is overused. But its powerful. More so than the addiction itself. Don't let it change you. Change it. Define your place. Give yourself a name. You've stood up now its time to walk away. Get away. Escape. You can.

Mortal Love (Continued)

By Robyn Taylor

He picks himself up and dusts himself off. They embrace and he feels as though this is where he belongs. As days go by, they spend time together and draw closer to one another. Eventually, the woman figures out why he is so different from the other humans. She discovers his secret. Although the woman had never dealt with a demon before, she had been taught how to defeat them in battle. The man had known the woman was glorious, but he never thought that she may be working for his previous master's enemy. The woman remained cautious and although the demon had abandoned his old ways, she only saw his past. She thought God was not paying attention to her anymore. How else would she be able to interact with a demon? The woman decided to take matters into her own hands. She would dispose of him. It was sad that he would have to go, but she couldn't let a demon dwell with mortals. Cursing God's name for abandoning her, she attacked the man. She went after him with everything she had, all the while he just took it. He didn't hit her back. He didn't get angry. He was paralyzed with sadness. Sadness and hurt. The pain he felt stinging on his skin was nothing compared to the pain he felt somewhere deep inside of him. The man had found what he was looking for, but now it was only bringing him hurt. The attacks kept coming until he lay, barely conscious, on the ground. The woman couldn't bear to finish him off. She knew she had done wrong by attacking him, but since God wasn't with her anymore, why would it matter? The only problem was that God was paying attention to her. He was there the whole time. The man knew it. When God saw what had happened to the man, He healed him. He provided for him. He lead him to a small town not too far away. There the man planned to start his life over. The man worked hard. He went to school. He helped out in the community. One day when he was out for an afternoon walk, he passed by an individual he had never seen before. She was carrying so much that it looked like she was about to collapse under the weight. He wasn't about to try to figure out how she managed to balance it all. As she shuffled along clumsily, he decided to give some assistance. "Ma'am, let me help you with some of that." She said "It's alright, I can handle.." He could only figure that she tripped over her own feet, for there was nothing on the ground in her path. Her belongings toppled down around her leaving all but her pride unscathed. He helped her to her feet. As she attempted to re stack everything, he reached over to pick up a few items. She was ashamed and hid her face from him, moving quicker than before. He kindly introduced himself. She replied with a muffled "Hi." She drew up enough courage to set the luggage down and face the kind stranger. "My name is Robyn."