#walterwrites

[wahtorga]

One of my favorites things is to like a anonymous post first, so the blogger thinks it was me who asked or commented. 😈

[wahtorga]

Made my teacher retire.

This “irritation” to scents is worse than my actual allergies. Daily migraine/headaches, shortness of breath, sore throat and so on. It’s liked being punched in the face as soon as someone especially smelly walks into a room. Makes me think back to middle school to when covering yourself in Axe was just what you did in the locker rooms. My instructor after gym class had the same sensitivity I have developed. She asked her students not to drown themselves in a chemical bath of scents before arriving to class. She once shared a story on how she had to leave her magazines outside for a week because of the perfume samples they had inside. (I can completely empathize now) Being the class clown I decided to spite her after she scolded me for being a distraction to everyone, so I sprayed an entire bottle of Axe on myself before arriving to class. I even managed to convince other classmates to do the same. She retired from teaching that very day in the middle of the school year and there was a scramble to find a long term substitute teacher. She was hospitalized because of the migraine that hit. Karma …

I didn’t intend for this post to be this long… Also, I wasn’t the guy that sprayed the bottle of Axe on himself. I may be a clown but I am not a class clown. I was actually the kid that didn’t partake in their mutiny. I thought it would make for a better story.

[wahtorga]

Valentines Day ❤️

I'm already dreading it. 😑

[wahtorga]

Unrequited

We were there for one another We held one another We drank, danced, and dreamed together But my mind played tricks on me I read into everything When we sat on a bench for hours talking, staying cozy, and sharing hot chocolate I thought it was romantic When he took me on his favorite hiking trail, showed me his favorite part of the forest, and told me I was the only person he had ever taken there I felt special No matter how much time we spend apart, we fit together Our goodbyes always felt like a piece of self was leaving us We are magnetically drawn to on another Together we are complete He was not all I thought about He was just what every thought led to Now anyone is a reminder of him Instead of falling for another I fell for him more. I am faithful to him I was proud of myself I told him I am in love But we are not in love and it sucks

[wahtorga]

Things Forgotten

Everyone is silent. When the silence is broken the loud bang is forgotten. How do you trust? How do you learn to love? As the victim the last thing you want is to be constantly reminded of it. You want to forget; you want to believe it never happened. But the memory lives in your flesh, making sure to constantly remind you when you least expect it. You begin to drown in sensations you wish were alien to you.

Powerless Victimized

Words many people dread, but unlike you have never lived. They want to relate to your terror. They asked you to break your silence, but by doing so you will relive what they so desperately want to know.

They’ll never understand unless they live it, but then they too will be silent.