Reality is a state of mind.

Isnt it?

We all have the option of whether to accept it or not. We can (as John Knowles' Finny in a Separate Peace did) create a world of our own in our mind by not believing something is truly happening and make up a story to go with it. Finny, if you havent read the book, is hurt and can not participate in the on going World War I (forgive me if its WWII). After his accident (which you must read and learn about) makes up a new world in his head and makes himself believe there is no war and that its a governmental scam. No one knows he wants to participate in the war untill the end where he admits to Gene (the narrator who portrays Knowles himself) and himself that he made everything up because he didnt want to believe he couldnt participate.

So the decision, all in all, is whether to face reality and face pain or close the door, build a wall and live in a false dream world all of your life being an ignorant human being. Both have their ups and downs.

From a personal view: Face it. In the long run its worth it.

The Hunt for the Heart of Hayden Tyme Ch2

SilasSnow

5 days later

My whole world was spinning out of control. I just simply couldn’t take it anymore. My best friend was killed. Next to me, in a car crash and I just sat there and watched him die. I couldn’t do anything. At least I thought I couldn’t do anything. I was in the hospital for 3 days. Him, only one then pronounced dead. I don’t want to know how he died, what happened inside him. I had his blood on my hand. Now, standing in my bathroom, I have my own. It’s slowly falling down my wrist, my palm, and down my fingers to the floor. I like watching it fall. It’s like watching a water fall, like all my pain is flowing out. I look at my bloody swiss army knife in my other hand. I cut. I started an addiction. I slowly begin to clean the knife, close it and slip it back into my pocket. I wipe my now bloody wrist, roll my sleeve down and walk out. No one will ever know. It will be our little secret. Me and my knife have our own little secret.

I sulk to my cave. Aka my room, but don’t tell my room that, it likes to be known as my cave. I sit on my bed, open my laptop and check tumblr. I have 12 massages that I don’t feel like dealing with right now. I click messages and scroll down. I delete the ones that say “you’re so hot” and other various things like that. I delete the ones that say “where are you” because I plan on posting on where I was. Then I answer some.

EnglishNerdx: If you were to loose someone close right now what would your last words to them be? It depends on who I am loosing.

DaisyLuvsChew: I MISS YOU BABY!! Please don’t call me that. I miss Tumblr as well.

TymeStartsNow: Are you okay? You haven’t posted in 5 days. Daisy told me you post everyday…Well if you’re not im here.

Okay so I don’t know how to answer this TymeStartsNow person. But I guess I should. I type a brief response. ‘Thankyou.’ Then I proceeded to telling the anons all about what happened. In detail of course then I click post.

Wait I shouldn’t have done that….