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Yes lately, I've been the victim of testasterone...and it's starting to bug me...It makes me feel like all I want from Carla is...well yeah...and that's not me...Perhaps I should start giving her space...it seems like our friends are getting annoyed how it's either just Justin, or Justin and Carla, but never just Carla, because I always try and be around her....

I guess a reason I'm always around her, always following her like a lost puppy...is she just makes me extremely happy, I've never felt this happy or in love before....it's a dream come true, something you read about in those romantic stories, something you see in the movies with a happy ending....but it seems that in my case, that's me being selfish. I'm always thinking I bother Carla, as if I were burdensome a lot of the time...and I hate that, I don't want to be a menace....I just hope she enjoys my company, and what I do with and for her....

I think I might take time outta life, from everything, like a seclusion, to help rest up and get my stuff straight....just maybe, but where would I go? How would I do anything, alone...that also isn't me, I'm not much for being alone, seeming how I've been alone for so long until I found Carla...who accepts me, surprisingly, but she does...

In other news, nothing really...I feel like I'm falling...I'm just like those falling stars, where I can shine so brightly, but then....fall into despair, into a giant ball of flame...this wouldn't only be socially, but scholastically...there's something wrong with me, something I must find out, and fix, or attempt to fix, before Nitsu escapes from that wall...

~Luong Jiin...the horny Asian (<- I feel so bad...)
P.S. I've had 4 girls call me a sweetheart today (and that doesn't include Carla @_@)

He did nothing, as he just sat there, and watched in horror, the flames engulfing his body, whilst everyone he loved was standing in complete terrified awe.

Yes, earlier that morning was just fine, he had done his usual morning ritual, greeted his friends, did nothing pertaining to school, spent as much time as he could with his loved one...but he felt something different this day. He felt as if...something was consuming him, perhaps it was his surroundings, but the feeling only grew stronger throughout the day.

Why won't this pain, this horrid feeling vanish...you've got what you want now leave... he said to himself in his mind, but was it really him talking to himself?

He didn't mind, he just slumped his way from each destination to the other, the usual from his friends, from everybody...

"What's wrong?" they'd all ask. "Cheer up, okay? Why are you so glum" they'd continue on, each voice resonating in his empty mind.

"I'm fine," he'd reply, just by utter reflex, but was he fine? How could he be so fine, and look so disturbed? Perhaps he didn't know himself, it was that feeling...

"Amateur..." he heard a sneer inside his head.

And if I am an amateur? he'd tell himself, slamming his head on the desk, or resting it, trying to close his eyes and forget the world.

"What a f*cking loser... he heard the voice sneer again.

He continued on through the day, arguing with his inner self, still persisting to say nothing was wrong, everything was as "normal" as "normal" could be really...

It's like power...he thought to himself, and I want more...but I shouldn't, I'm not supposed to expect anything from such a person....but I crave it, want it, I need it to help me out... he continued thinking, as he walked down the hall.

"Heh, again...you're such a deadbeat loser, I can't stand you..." he heard the voice again...

It's not like I wanted you here either...but I guess I deserve it... he replied, only to hear nothing but maniacal laughter from inside.

He finally continued on through the day, doing his usual bit, but he still felt there was something wrong, something out of place, something missing...

It was something, and he might as well die trying to get it, or even find out what it was.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came out of nowhere, this one gust of wind being his last. It picked up the one thing he worked so hard to make, and made it fly far away, into the street, and he ran after it, disregarding the rest of the world, trying for that one thing, one piece of paper...and it would lead to his demise.

He ran out into a street, without hesitating. A few horns honked and he was sent flying, the vehicle's impact sent so much power through his body that every bone shattered. Other cars suddenly, and uncrontrollably began to pile up, his body, untouched in the middle of the street, clutching onto that paper. His fading voice could be heard by the nearest people, and the contents of the paper saw by one.

"Love...I'm...sorry" he said, smiling, he couldn't even cry. His eyes closed, and his body lay there lifeless. The paper in his hand had a picture, a simple picture, of a boy and girl in love, with the banner on the bottom "Always and forever..." The picture suddenly burst into flames and caught onto the vehicles, causing a cataclysmic explosion, his body still lay there. But why had it burst into flames? Maybe the world may never know...

NO! BUT....WHY!? he thought to himself, while his ghost and soul levitated above the world, looking down upon the scene. He simply waited, and watched as he couldn't do anything...He waited for that fated messenger to deliver him to the place he rightfully belongs...

~Fin, I'll leave that for ya'll to figure out (And dont' be alarmed!!!)