Reading.

I cnt c very well when I was a kid. So I nvr look at ppl's faces, just their mvemnts, voices n all the slight detailes tht I cn pick up with my blurred eyes n other senses. I had been happy in my own world, where I don't 'knw' anyone, where I create possibilities, believing in the unlimited abilities, no ground nor vines cn trap me. My world. As I grow up like many child's world, it crumbled, but mine fell apart a bit to late I suppose. cuz by the time evrything fell apart, outside of my world I was being stared at by disapproving eyes tht bore trough my souls. It puzzles me for I've nvr seen it in my world. Reality was harsh. n my advntage in my world bcomes a nightmare. My calculative logic n my habit of observing small things closely automatically fused itself to the reality closest threads, emotions. Not mine but others, forming twisted spider like strings. It became a detestable habit to look n absorbed these infos. I used to use 'em to get by but nw with my visions enhanced n my world shattered, it bcame sumthing I cnt ignore since its too clear.


If u were to hve the gift of reading ppl's emotion n predicting their reactions to an accurate 90% possibility, wht would u do?I guess sounds fun for a while, but just like winter season for a tropical person(someone who loves the sun) it'll get harder and harder to handle after some time passed by. Slowly but surely it'll bcome something u don't wanna c.

En- an unfinished story

AU: I suddenly got hit with a hardened rock like inspiration that made my fingers typing on my dusty ol' keyboard. Dunno if I'll update it or not but I do hope I will. I guess it depends on how the story carries me. First and foremost my grammar needs fixing, but I still dun have anyone suitable to b my beta reader.

People

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Do y'knw one of those days where u think people are looking at ya left and right, and you think they are talking 'bout you and everywhere u go u just can't feel that they are not? I take that as yes and no then.. For me who face this things daily the only thing to do is to stop thinking. I'm really scared that all I wanna do is runaway.. I don't even knw which is the right way anymore.. what I know is every way I went n try is too scary to take. to much consequences that it scares me to death. My name's En. This is my story.

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''umph!'' the recoil of the edge of my shoulder stings as I look up for a few seconds n got a slight glimpse of dark blue perpetrator then the views of the the waxed marble floor caught my attention once again. The 3-7 split bangs of my hair fell from my forehead creating a curtain tht  managed to cover my glares and my downward postures did the rest. I mumbled the word 'sorry' almost to a whisper n gave a slight nod as I whisk my way onwards trough the almost empty corridor making my shoulder length ponytail wagging like a downcast tail at my movement. It seems I'm late only for 5 minutes guess I'm lucky today. Her nagging won't be as long n I don't have to deal with 'that' look of hers thanks to this. As I step into the class my covered eyes didn't let me get away from every lil' ounce of emotions that poured from every wretched breathing things that is moving in the chalk scented room. It's disgusting. 

every step I take to my designated spot feels like dragging my feet trough a shallow lake of thick smelly gunk. I could never deal with place with a lot of people, its suffocating. Breathing in CO2 filled container is easier then this. Sigh. My chair made a small creak as I made my attempt to sit at my place as undetected as possible. I don't understand why the system made the seats paired. Its unnecessary company and it's already got under my skin even without this loud mouth busybody next to me. I filled my seven hours of hell trying to ignore her yapping and occasional poking whilst with great effort trying to center my focus to the teachers so that my senses could be numb by the concentration.