Erin Irene Still A Wannabe

all-those-rainy-mondays:

What I’m feeling right now.

all-those-rainy-mondays:

What I’m feeling right now.

Stop making him make you realize stuff

Stop making him make you realize stuff

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Thoughts of a lady by Erin Irene Welborn

Her name was Blessing Blu Miller She didn’t realized how alone she was, until she started recalling the last year in her head. It all started in July 2010.

4th of July Weekend.

She had just started her first day of work.

At a tourist attraction.

It was also the year she called herself an idiot.

An idiot for believing it the concept of love.

An idiot for thinking she could escape.

Escape for what she always desire.

To be special.

But no one is really a Seer by choice.

No one really wants to know the future.

The future of the ones they care for.

For their futures were starting to looked grim.

Grim for there are those who meddle in the

game of magic.

But magic has consequences.

Whatever you cast will run it course.

Until it is done on to you.

Blessing looked at herself in the mirror, she heard her grandmother’s voice whistling in the wind. She wonder to herself how her life how gotten so how of control. Her dreams spoke of a friend, who had doomed everyone to misery by their reckless behavior in the dark arts. The problem the dream never said who, the voices would sing together. “A Friend.”

She was kind of upset by this, she had just recently escaped death once again and how no desire to tried to escape again.