You

I wake up and you text me

we talk about you

I get on the bus and you text me

we talk about you

I am in class and you text me

we talk about you

I have free time and you text me

we talk about you

I try to do homework and you text me

we talk about you

I try to watch television and you text me

we talk about you

I try to sleep and you text me

we talk about you

I try to change the subject

we talk about you

I try to say goodbye

we talk about you

You start nasty rumors about me

we talk about you

You tell lies about things I do

we talk about you

I say I can't do this anymore

we talk about you

I ingore you for weeks

you talk about you

Your friends all avoid you

you talk about you

Then one day

 it all comes crashing down

You come to me

with tears in your eyes

You ask me to fix it all

You say you don't know

what went wrong

I stand

I watch

I open my mouth

and

you talk about you

I walk away

I don't look back

You scream

You ask me what you did wrong

I pause and say

"You talk about you"

I walk away

I don't look back

I gave you everything I had

but

all you wanted was

to talk about you

Color of My Eyes

i say i want one day
one day to feel beautiful
one day to feel loved
you say you love my eyes
you say they are a beautiful blue
which would be sweet if you even knew
if you knew how much it hurts
if you knew how hard i cry
but thats the whole problem
you dont know nobody does
because how am i to trust you
when you only want to talk about you
i tell you my fears
i mention my worries
and we talk about your home life
so i find a new friend
i try to talk to her
i tell her how i hate my life
and she tells me to eat pie
so i have faith in human kind
and i try one more time
he never answers
and this one hurts the most
because back when it was bad
the time before this
he was the one who saved me
the one who rescued me from myself
but now he doesnt care
and it can only make me wonder
if the one who cared when noone else did
doesnt care anymore
then why should anyone else
heck why should i
my eyes are hazel and you didnt know that
all i asked for was one day
you couldnt even give me that

The Story of a Drow (Prologue)

Navigating FalseFara Effectively:
Everything You Need to Know About FalseFara and Then Some!
Chapter Forty-Seven: Peoples and Places to Avoid

There exists no bowman more deadly than those known as the Drow. Practitioners of the Dark Arts, these elves are the sole inhabitants of the Ebony Woods, a land so war torn and poisoned, that the living trees are few and far between. Darker skinned than any other nation of elves it is commonly believed that their ancestors consorted with the devil and they are not even truly elves any longer, but an entirely new race.

Throughout the years there have been few wars that they have not had an underhanded part in starting, and none that they have not ended, often by wiping out entire races. Only two nations have ever attempted to get into their good graces, one by becoming allies with them, the other by becoming trading partners. The Ayleids, a nation of Bretons most commonly known for their command over simple magics and their ability to perform simple tasks, became the allies of the Drow. Two weeks after the treaty was signed the Ayleids disappeared, all five thousand or so, nobody knows how or where to. Well nobody that is, except for the Drow, and they are not talking. The Redguard was more successful in their attempts. This nation of wanderers is the last known establishment of humans in all of FalseFara. Living in the Suhalla Desert they trade in wares that cannot be found outside the harsh winds of the Suhalla or by anyone not of Redguard descent. The Redguard and the Drow have been successful trading partners for nearly a decade; they keep their peace and their distance. All business is done in the Dead Zone between the forest and the desert, swept clean of plant life by the black sands of the Suhalla. The Dead Zone is home only to the Kelarka and the trading outposts used by these two outcast nations.

It is entirely unknown how many Drow there are, or how their culture works. Reports range from forty thousand to around nine million, this last account is not widely believed however as it came from an escaped prisoner of war on the brink of death. The largest gathering of the Drow ever recorded has been at war, with a sighting of nearly fourteen thousand. This number alone makes them larger than any other nation on record; no children were counted among the fighters that day. Their government is thought to be a hierarchy, with an all-powerful king at its head and the rule passing on to the oldest male in the family line, regardless of ability or desire to rule. Brothers have been known to kill one another for the chance to take the crown; the next in line may not abdicate. The current king, King Nicolive, killed fourteen brothers and his father in order to sit on the throne. He was the youngest of his family and now has sixteen sons of his own. It is believed that they marry for life; however this has never been confirmed by any Drow.

With a keen sense of smell and eyesight unrivaled by even the Kelarka, the Drow are nearly impossible to ambush. They know that you are coming before you are even aware they are ahead of you, allowing them to become the hunters rather than the hunted. A Drow is never seen alone, always in small groups, or at the very least pairs. This allows the work to get done with at least one man always on guard.

It is the advisement of this guidebook that one avoids the Drow at all costs. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ENTER EBONY WOOD OR ATTEMPT TO ATTACK A DROW! THESE ACTIONS WILL RESULT IN THE IMMEDIATE DEATH OR DISAPPEARANCE OF EVERYONE INVOLVED!

Make Someones Day

I know you think that what you say doesn't hurt her, and that nothing could ever cause her to cry. But the truth is that strong girls need hugs too. They want to be told they are beautiful just as much as any other girl. The reason they are strong is because they have to put up with so much more than anyone else. They have had to handle the crap that the world hands them as well as the crap they heap upon themselves. Teenage girls are already overly critical of themselves and the strong ones are just the ones who have been even tougher on themselves for even longer. Sometimes I think that the strong ones need the love of others even more than the "happy" ones, because they think so much less of themselves.

So make someones day, hug the strong girl, smile at her, say hello, tell her she looks pretty that day, all she really needs is to know that someone notices her.