I'm realizing:
Why am I crying over this? 
Do I not, like, understand the concet that people are busy?
After the texts someone sent me, I realize that I might someone who might be doing this for attention.
One person cheers me up when I'm crying, another texts me these things that hint that I'm alone. 
Which path do I choose? 
I decide to take the lonely path, and ignore the good things.
I then panic in my mind and just begin breathing heavily,
Why did I ignore the good things and not listen to my pal?
I break down into tears and cry for what seemed like, forever.
Then I pick up my whole childhood: My stuffed plush Tiny.
What happened to the good times?
Where has Tiny been all my loneliness?
He's my only friend who's here for me as of now.
I put him by my IPad mini. 
I think you've never heard of Tiny:
He's brown, he's cute, he's like a pocket sized hero.

In that moment she realized you left. Maybe part of her had been longing to see you, just once more. To tell you it was over, and that she was already moving on, even though her heart said otherwise. Maybe part of her had been hoping to run to you, and feel that safe protected feeling. Maybe a part of her had been hoping for you to come back, come back to her. Maybe part of her had been longing for a sense of home, of the life she once led. Maybe part of her had been hoping things would have changed, for the better or for the worst.  Maybe part of her just wanted to see your crooked smile that she adored so much, one more time. But now, every part of her knows your gone.   
 

    In that moment, she realizes there is no point in living anymore. She looks out at the crimson sky as the wind caresses her chestnut hair. She looks back to the desolate city. Watching as the buildings smolder and slowly collapse in turn. Greeting the magnificently salty air, she saunters toward the ocean. Welcoming the frigid water as it laps against her bare feet. One, two, three, four steps and the water is up to her small torso. She doesn't stop as it reaches her neck. Looking up she sees the smoke from the city creeping into the sunset, weaving itself into the millions of shades of orange and red and purple. One last look, before her head goes under. The water tickles her cheeks and her body starts shaking from the cold. She closes her eyes and waits for the darkness to take her.
 

It had been a fairly normal day. I had woken up, gone to school, come back home, and done basically nothing at all after that. Suddenly, I realized that I had totally forgotten to do literally any of my homework. Of course, to rectify this mistake, I immediately began to think to myself that I should really do my homework now, and then, having already exercised far too much mental ability by just having a vague thought that maybe I should be responsible, proceeded to do absolutely nothing for another hour. At the end of that timespan, I thought once more “Huh. I just did absolutely nothing for another hour. I should actually do my homework now.” I then recalled what homework I had from each class, and estimated the amount of time it would most likely take me complete all of it: by my calculations, approximately three to five hours. As it was already 11:00, I was not particularly pleased by the outcome of this mental math, but I started my homework nonetheless.