Hell if I know about anyone reading this, though I have my assumptions that no one won't. Unless you're browsing through "Latest Random thoughts" on FFR. But here goes.

"I love you."
Now, ask yourself. When you say this, do you know what it means? When you're an 18 year old girl and you tell your boyfriend this within the first week of dating, do you know what you're actually saying?

How often does anyone understand love? I can understand the chemical intentions behind the feeling itself, but the word is so vaguely overused that it's now become a misnomer to babblind idiots that think they're in 'love.' Puppy love is the most frequent one, and that's by far the most annoying type of love there is. Loving the person for a few weeks before realizing, "Wait, I'm dating you. What the crap?" And the shit gets thrown at the fan. When the relationship breaks, that shit hit said fan. Did a good job of splattering and causing collateral because your friends now deal with your bitching about that person and your failed love.

Sometimes, not often, but on occasion, I wish humanity could figure itself out more, before it indulges itself into stupidity.

A simple glass with water; that was what he asked for, and that is what the bartender gave him. Thanking the man, along with paying, he returned the glass and left his stool; a piece of advice was all he shared before departing. “I suggest you leave town good sir.” Without hesitation, he turned towards the door and left. The outside of the bazaar looked in no condition to stay stable, in fact no condition to remain open more less intact. Scattered about the front of the bar were chairs; and each chair was occupied by a person, an individual of no importance. At least, not in a few moments… His eyes scanned the area, and noticed that a large portion of the population traveled as a single group, heading towards, what he assumed, the village center. He followed quietly, daring not to ask any questions; his attempts to fit in were strong, yet not fully rewarding. He did get the occasional question here and there, and with him, that presented a problem. He blended through the crowd; working his way to what he figured was a fountain. After spotting it, and applying a few simple questions, he learned that the fountain was placed above the main water source of the entire village. Children played, adults laughed; and then there was him. Himself, that is; Numbers- a misnomer he received forever ago; years that he lost track of, or cared to little for. With a grin, he spoke, aloud, but to himself. “Quite a peaceful area this is. Friendly villagers, no worries; everyone lives a simple life. A great way to live…” His words trailed off into silence; his eyes skimming over the people, occasionally finding a child, walking hand in hand with their parent. The sight brought a smile to his face, though with the grin already plastered over his lips, there wasn’t much to notice in difference. “A pity it all has to end without notice…” Everything paused for a moment; lasted short enough to not linger in the minds of anyone, but long enough to be noticed. “Might I inquire there be an addition of misery?” Without a seconds’ delay, the house in his line of sight ignited into a glory of flames; burning away all the pollution that is humanity, tormenting their souls in the darkness of said flames- a black touch to them gave the impression that they were not natural. All but one body remained alive immediately after the explosion of flames, and that was a small boy; a flaming trail is all that he left as he ran out of the house, his small body slowly falling apart as the flames consumed him. Forth, he fell, unto the ground; still, engulfed in flames. The once still villagers now vociferously traveled towards what seemed safety. The grin on the face of Numbers could grow no more; watching the child burn was pure joy to him; a sight like no other, his very own indulgence; as his eyes moved from one side to the other, each house that was caught in his line of view experienced the same event; a horror to the villagers, yet a party to himself.

That's it, just space.

To every guy that's said, "Sex CAN wait."
To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town (or across the state line) to see her.
To every guy that gives her flowers and a card when she is sick or down.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because.
To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that did what she wanted to do.
To every guy that cried in front of her.
To every guy that she cried in front of.
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes.
To every guy that would give his seat up.
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.
To every guy who told his secrets to her.
To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.
To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every guy that believed in her dreams.
To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.
To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.
To every guy that walked her to her car and opened the door.
To every guy that gave his heart.
To every guy who prays that she is happy, even if you are not with her.
...This one bulletin is for you...


Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...
And because of this, there are not many left out there...
I guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not repost this cuz they care more about their image.
If you are a nice guy repost this with "Nice guys STILL finish last."
If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way repost this with: "To Every Guy.."

A tree fell over in the middle of a forest, no one was there to see it. From the trunk of the fallen tree pulsed a white glow. It flickered again, once more; the fading glow diminished out of sight. The light pulsed again, black this time. Once more, and a third time. Then--without notice followed a loud exploding sound-- the light floated upwards, an orb being the origin of this phenomenal spectrum. It pulsed once again, releasing a considerable amount of electromagnetic energy; an EMP meter would likely go berserk. An astrospectal figure formed, though only those highly advanced in this practice would notice him. A white figure, forming near the fallen tree; perhaps he/she was the cause of this. Then, from the pits of non-existence came an abundance of plasmic energy. It sizzled, boiled, and gathered around the figure; solidifying into an exoskeletal layer, later taking the color of skin. It was clearly not human, though as to what it was was uncertain-- it had taken a human form-- at the moment. Clothes formed soon afterwards, releaving any watching creatures of sudden nudeness; the clothing was one single suit, black, long, a battle-like style fitting it. A single sword descended from the remains of the orb; black at the hilt, silver-- the material was called Therasium, an odd, seemingly unbreakable metal; stainless, or so it's been called-- blade formed as he grabbed the hilt. A final lash of energy fed into the ground, only detailed as a kinetic barrier. The young man--'T was the shape 'he' had taken-- smiled, his long, white hair dangled before his eyes, took a step forwards and continued off.