new moon, bellas depresstion. the 1st few months
it hurts to live. life to me is a segundo death, only like being left to bleed on a pavement instead of a quick stab, then to be left in peace. death and life are much the same thing now. only death seems mais peaceful, i already know, as i watch other people living there lives, there is nothing left for me. fun was like a greek word to me now. i didnt know what i ment. i thought about making the most of life before the pain killed me for sure. i couldnt remember HOW to have fun. what was the point of going to the beach? it wasn't going to bring my future back. it wouldnt make me feel any better. what was the point of going to the movies? it wasnt going to fill my sad eyes with excitment. i wasn't going to get better. not ever. i was going to be a girl that lived with no reason to live that had a life only of pain, her coração lost and her body cut into half. the pain was too much to bear. it took over, the pain never left, it flowed in my blood untill the poisen punched holes in my coração over and over untill all the feelings of amor and happiness are washed out with my blood. the funny thing was; well, there wasnt anything that was funny about it; i hated to think of him. i hated to think of the happiness he suddenly brought into my life. because, i thought, because, deep deep in my coração where my thoughts were seguro from causing me any mais unbearable pain, i knew that he was somewhere in the world, oblivious to the damage that he had left behind. i knew that he was carrying on with his life, and that he was proably with someone much mais beautiful then me por now, holding them in his stone arms. someone that he wasn't wasting his life por being with. someone that wouldnt turn into a wrinkled old lady in 60 years. but it wasn't his fault. he didnt know how deep i really was and how he was like a drug to me. he didnt know. or maybe he did. maybe he felt uncomfortable with me loving him so, when he didnt amor me back. only he never had told me this because he was afraid of hurting me. he was the most selfless person ever. the ache for him made me feel sick, my eyes burned and prickled. i stared ahead waiting for my tears to dry, but por one flicker of movment, the hot beads of salt water rolled down my cold cheeks. i didnt blush anymore. my chocolate brown eyes grew dark and empty. my limp hair hung, dead in a ponytail. i walked past my mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection. i blinked and mais tears fell to the carpet. i turned away, not able to watch and to look at the face of a sad little heartbroken girl. i stared at the floor, my pain burning a hole in the ground with the emptyness of my eyes. i stumbled on my way to the door, even though i was still staring at my feet. i fell to the ground, and broke into desperate, heartbroken sobs that would probably scare charlie. i crossed my legs as i sat up weakly, staring into space, wishing i didnt have stupid human eyes, that i had vampire eyes that could see every dust mote in the air. every pattern in the wood of my bedleg. every brush line on the mural and every leaf on the trees outside, through the forest and across the mountins, the de praia, praia in la push, wishing i could see the world through my window, being able to pick out him out like a needle on a haystack, and bringing him início to me so i could hold him and never let him go. i knew i wouldnt be able to fight him as he would loosen my grip, as he strode off into the world once mais and broke my coração again.
it hurts to live. life to me is a segundo death, only like being left to bleed on a pavement instead of a quick stab, then to be left in peace. death and life are much the same thing now. only death seems mais peaceful, i already know, as i watch other people living there lives, there is nothing left for me. fun was like a greek word to me now. i didnt know what i ment. i thought about making the most of life before the pain killed me for sure. i couldnt remember HOW to have fun. what was the point of going to the beach? it wasn't going to bring my future back. it wouldnt make me feel any better. what was the point of going to the movies? it wasnt going to fill my sad eyes with excitment. i wasn't going to get better. not ever. i was going to be a girl that lived with no reason to live that had a life only of pain, her coração lost and her body cut into half. the pain was too much to bear. it took over, the pain never left, it flowed in my blood untill the poisen punched holes in my coração over and over untill all the feelings of amor and happiness are washed out with my blood. the funny thing was; well, there wasnt anything that was funny about it; i hated to think of him. i hated to think of the happiness he suddenly brought into my life. because, i thought, because, deep deep in my coração where my thoughts were seguro from causing me any mais unbearable pain, i knew that he was somewhere in the world, oblivious to the damage that he had left behind. i knew that he was carrying on with his life, and that he was proably with someone much mais beautiful then me por now, holding them in his stone arms. someone that he wasn't wasting his life por being with. someone that wouldnt turn into a wrinkled old lady in 60 years. but it wasn't his fault. he didnt know how deep i really was and how he was like a drug to me. he didnt know. or maybe he did. maybe he felt uncomfortable with me loving him so, when he didnt amor me back. only he never had told me this because he was afraid of hurting me. he was the most selfless person ever. the ache for him made me feel sick, my eyes burned and prickled. i stared ahead waiting for my tears to dry, but por one flicker of movment, the hot beads of salt water rolled down my cold cheeks. i didnt blush anymore. my chocolate brown eyes grew dark and empty. my limp hair hung, dead in a ponytail. i walked past my mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection. i blinked and mais tears fell to the carpet. i turned away, not able to watch and to look at the face of a sad little heartbroken girl. i stared at the floor, my pain burning a hole in the ground with the emptyness of my eyes. i stumbled on my way to the door, even though i was still staring at my feet. i fell to the ground, and broke into desperate, heartbroken sobs that would probably scare charlie. i crossed my legs as i sat up weakly, staring into space, wishing i didnt have stupid human eyes, that i had vampire eyes that could see every dust mote in the air. every pattern in the wood of my bedleg. every brush line on the mural and every leaf on the trees outside, through the forest and across the mountins, the de praia, praia in la push, wishing i could see the world through my window, being able to pick out him out like a needle on a haystack, and bringing him início to me so i could hold him and never let him go. i knew i wouldnt be able to fight him as he would loosen my grip, as he strode off into the world once mais and broke my coração again.
Distributor: Summit Entertainment Release Date: November 21, 2008
Genre: Romance Running Time: 2 hrs. 0 min.
MPAA Rating: PG-13 Production Budget: $37 million
TOTAL LIFETIME GROSSES
Domestic: $138,552,000 86.7%
+ Foreign: $21,325,749 13.3%
= Worldwide: $159,877,749
DOMESTIC SUMMARY
Opening Weekend: $69,637,740
(3,419 theaters, $20,368 average)
% of Total Gross: 50.3%
Widest Release: 3,620 theaters
In Release: 17 days / 2.4 weeks
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I got into the house.I knew that it was worse than james I held my Drink.
Edward We need to be prepared.I could train with Jasper he wasin the army before he was turned. He could train us both me and Buffy .I held my cruz bow "Hmm"I oiled it .
I saw that my tojo blades were getting rusty
I decided to Grab all my slaying stuff.
mais avanced Sliver stakes but doesn't work as well as holy water and fogo filled Cross.
I ran down to the basement.I felt pain from another.It was Jazz.He was leitura "gone With The Wind".
Oh god why "jazz please stop i can feel your hurt."
huh?
It's one of my abilities now stop felling sorry for your self and help us didn't you hear from edward theres a new evil in town!
Edward We need to be prepared.I could train with Jasper he wasin the army before he was turned. He could train us both me and Buffy .I held my cruz bow "Hmm"I oiled it .
I saw that my tojo blades were getting rusty
I decided to Grab all my slaying stuff.
mais avanced Sliver stakes but doesn't work as well as holy water and fogo filled Cross.
I ran down to the basement.I felt pain from another.It was Jazz.He was leitura "gone With The Wind".
Oh god why "jazz please stop i can feel your hurt."
huh?
It's one of my abilities now stop felling sorry for your self and help us didn't you hear from edward theres a new evil in town!
Okay, this might be a big-old pointless rant, but i absolutely hate when people BASH on other character (i'm not saying any names) and i'm not just talking about Jacob-hating. If you want to bash on Jacob or any other character for that matter go the Jacob-Hating Spot, and if their isn't one, create one then!!!! I don't mind people sharing well-though out and intelligent opinions, it's just that i'm absolutley sick of all this hating on Jacob and Jacob lovers! I hate completely and utter idiocy comments done on this spot for Twilight apaixonados IN GENERAL like "Jacob f*** sucks!" and we've all seen it and heard of it, and i doubt this artigo will make any difference but i needed to get it out of my system. You don't see me going aroung saying things like "Edward sucks, and Bella will ALWAYS belong to Jacob." because it would seriously piss of ALOT of people. My thoughts. That's all. Don't care if someone comments on this just to somehow piss me off.
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(End of pointless-rant)
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