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I’m a dianaasaur!!

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I wanna take graphic design because that is something I see as my future career.. but the class they gave me is Business law with one of the funniest, nicest teachers in the school. I had him for Econ last year so I would be more comfortable his class.

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Are you feeling any better?

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Verse 1:
In the quiet hours, when the world is still
I know you're fighting, with the demons that you can't fulfill
Your heart is a maze, with shadows that roam
But I'll be the light, that guides you back home

Chorus:
Even when I'm not with you, I'm still by your side
In the silence, my love will be your guide
I'll be the whisper, in the dark of night
I'll be the safe haven, where you can take flight

Verse 2:
You try to hide, the tears that you've cried
But I see the cracks, in the walls that you've tried
To build around your heart, to keep it from the pain
But I'll be the one, who helps you break the chain

Chorus:
Even when I'm not with you, I'm still by your side
In the silence, my love will be your guide
I'll be the whisper, in the dark of night
I'll be the safe haven, where you can take flight

Bridge:
I know it's hard, to let go of the fear
But I'll be the one, who wipes away your tears
I'll be the one, who holds you through the night
And when the dawn breaks, I'll be the one who's still holding tight

Chorus:
Even when I'm not with you, I'm still by your side
In the silence, my love will be your guide
I'll be the whisper, in the dark of night
I'll be the safe haven, where you can take flight

Outro:
In the hush, where the world is still
I'll be the one, who loves you until
The end of time, and beyond the pain
I'll be the love, that remains.

I’ll be the love, that remains.

I’ll still be here until the end of our…

Days~

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Ten-year-old Jack had grown accustomed to the sound of his parents' raised voices, but it didn't make it any easier to bear. Every night, it seemed, they would argue and shout, their words slicing through the walls of their house like knives. Jack would retreat to his room, Dorsia, his loyal golden retriever, by his side, and try to escape the tension.

But even with the door closed, he could still hear them. The words were muffled, but the anger and resentment were palpable. Jack would press his face against the window, gazing out at the house across the street. The Smiths, he thought they were called. They kept their curtains open, just a crack, and Jack would catch glimpses of them moving about their lives.

As the nights wore on, Jack found himself becoming more and more invested in the Smiths. He'd make up stories about them, imagining what they did for a living, what their hobbies were, what they liked to eat for dinner. Mrs. Smith was a librarian, he decided, with a kind smile and a love of romance novels. Mr. Smith was a scientist, working on a top-secret project to cure cancer. Their kids, two rambunctious boys, were always getting into mischief.

As the days passed, Jack's imagination ran wild. He'd watch the Smiths come and go, and he'd weave their lives into his own narrative. He'd see Mrs. Smith watering the garden, and he'd imagine her tending to a secret rose garden, where she'd hide away from the world. He'd see Mr. Smith leaving for work, and he'd picture him driving to a high-tech lab, where he'd work tirelessly to change the world.

The Smiths became more real to Jack than his own family. He'd forget about his parents' fights, about the tension that hung in the air like a challenge. He'd forget about the fear that gripped his heart, the fear that his family would fall apart.

But then, one day, Jack's parents announced that they were going away for a week. A "family vacation," they called it, but Jack knew it was just a chance for them to get away from each other. Jack was miserable the entire time, stuck in a hotel room with his bickering parents.

When they finally returned home, Jack rushed to his room, eager to escape the tension once again. He pressed his face against the window, looking out at the Smiths' house. But something was different. The curtains were closed, and the house looked... empty.

Jack's heart sank as he realized that the Smiths had moved away. A "For Sale" sign hung in front of the house, a cruel reminder that his imaginary family was gone. Jack felt a pang of loss, as if he'd lost a part of himself.

He lay down on his bed, Dorsia curled up beside him, and stared at the ceiling. The Smiths were gone, and Jack was left with the harsh reality of his own family's problems. He knew he couldn't escape forever, but for a little while, he'd found solace in the imaginary world he'd created. Now, he was left to face the truth, and the uncertainty that lay ahead.

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Hello ;v;