Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.-William Shakespeare
------------------------------------------------------confidence; so utterly powerful, a gift to few. Often it fades quickly, like morning dew.it slips through your fingers, rare and elusive, but they pertain to it, and it's purely exclusive. When all else disappears, confidence will stay, because it roots from anger, hot as sun rays. more anger builds, the more powerful they become. Malevolent depravity, and no one can run. Both love and hatred, it all combines.no right or wrong, only blurred lines. Greediness seeps through, covetous desires, and all sense of empathy expires. If you are an exception, you feel special. They carve your name in the sky, celestial. It's toxic love, but why should you care they could break your heart, it just takes one tear. But the rush is everything, it feels risky; it warms your body, just like whiskey.is it really love, or is it obsession? either way, you'll never hear a confession. You've accepted that, you've become inure. Secrets are to be kept, for you are too pure. The truth would cause chaos, a stab in the heart, and the blood would drip down, bitter and tart. Although it may be painful and reckless, nothing is better than their hand as a necklace. And one thing we can all agree on, high and low; a villain is always more enticing than a hero.
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many people say that they hate school but, in all honesty, it's an escape, many dont see it but it truly is one, especially for kids who have a shitty home life. sometimes you want to go home, but your home doesn't even feel like home anymore, so school becomes your home, yea that's sort of what I'm feeling right now, I want to go home. but I can't, because I have a shitty mother who doesn't even care about me so you know, can't really go back there.
so.... I guess I'm going to have to get used to all of these suckups and assholes and just try not to accidently curse someone.
I'm now sitting in the great hall trying to eat my dinner, key word, trying, but all i can feel is eyes on me and its starting to get on my nerves.
people just dont know how to keep their business to themselves nowadays, am I right.
lifting my head up slightly to try and peek through my hair to see who has the audacity to look at me while I'm trying to eat in peace, ye i dont have any friends yet because who can you trust these days, when I look up, I try not to yell at him, but Mattheo bloody riddle is staring straight at me and he's not even trying to hide it.
I look directly into his eyes signalling that i just caught him staring at me, but all he does is get up and leave, leaving the random girl on his lap to fall off of him and fall on to the floor. that has got to hurt, it was a kind of hard fall.
I quickly finish off my food and get up from my seat because i want to follow him, like why not it's something to do at this boring school.
ik ik it's been well over a year....... I'm sorry but i haven't been well, like mentally unwell.
I promise to try to upload more but I'm now in year 11 and I have a shit tone of work to do and on top of that i have a job so i can probably upload like once a week, but u never know.
it's nice to be back.
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Why Me¿?◇ ,mattheo riddle
Fanfictiony/n lestrange the girl who couldn't feel mattheo riddle the boy who can't love the perfect match what will happen when they finally meet I do not own any of these characters except for y/n I forgot the owner of mattheo but full credits to them ...