A Ryan Story. I've never been this serious in a fan fiction, origionals yeah, but not fan fiction. This will be a Ryan story. It may be opinonated, harsh, or funny, I'm not entirely sure. Gramatical errors of any kind would not be surprising to me, so point out a problem if it annoys you Ready?
Then let's begin.
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Salt stained tears glisten in the light a lamp provides.

The lamp is set on a small oak desk.

The desk belongs to a musician.

This musician belongs to a band.

This band held the hearts of thousands.

The hearts belonged to oblivious people.

People who were not aware of the confusion that haunted the musician.

The guitarist.

The human.

That was his problem.

He was human.

A human with questions.

Even in the billions of people who knew of his existance, none would be able to anwser these questions.

Not even if they knew he had questions, which they did not.

Not that he didn't want to ask.

Ryan wanted to ask.

He just never did.

He feared that no one would understand,

or that they'd mark the questions as unimportant.

He knew they were inportant.

At least to him.

So, he never asked.

Well, he never asked a person.

On that same beautiful yet noticibly small oak desk, sat a slightly tattered notebook.

The notebook knew all of his questions,

and it tasted his confused tears almost

every.

single.

day.
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"Is it wrong that imperfection scares me?
Is it wrong that perfection terrifies me?
Is it wrong that there are days when I don't care? Days that I care more than anything, if not everything? ... and what am I wanting to be perfect? Me? That sure as hell won't happen. The world around me? Wouldn't that become dull after a while? What about God? I know he's up there. Is he perfect? Is heaven perfect? If heaven is perfect, does that make heaven boring? Do we even feel anything in heaven? Are we going to forget everything when we die? Will the world forget us? I don't want to forget. I don't. Not even the bad things. If I do forget, will I be okay with that?...of course I will, I won't remember enough NOt to be okay with that. I won't forget will I? Will Spencer forget me? Will I forget him? Will my dad remember me? Will I remember him? What about the band? Brendon? Jon? Especially Spencer? Will they remember me, or will I just be a blur? Just an irrelevant blur? Keltie? Will we know each-other in heaven? I've heard that lovers aren't needed in heaven. I've heard that God replaces them, with himself. Will I mind if I don't get to keep her? Will I mind if I don't get to keep them? Will I even be aware that I had them? What if I don't want to forget? Will I forget?

Dear no-one, will you forget?"

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wow.

this is really good you should continue =]

okay

"Dear no one in particular,

I wanted to ask about Pride. I came across this poem today...

"Pride: Its not always a good thing.
While as sometimes it's amazing.
It could ruin you completely,
or make your day.
Be aware of how far you let it go,
and be careful to whom you let it show.
It won't eat away at you.
It'll honestly just snap you in two,
when you least expect.
Not saying that you should be frightened,
its more along the lines of 'swallow it fast.'"

I know, not the best piece of literature in existance. It makes sense though.

Why can't this be easier? I mean, you win something spectacular, but you can't show it to the world or you'll get kicked down for it.

It's not fair.

Why can't you be proud of an accomplishment?

I mean... really proud.

Why can't we just be glad that our friends are excited about something, and be excited with them for longer periods of time without getting annoyed?

Is this another perfection thing?

The dullness?

Fuck."

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The variations of "chapter" legnths might be a regular thing. These are most likely going to be strictley journal entries. Oh, and I can't spell. =/

Sorry for the shortness of this one. Review anyway?

Nah your spelling is all good.

Yeah this is really deep, I love it! As soon as Kendra gets her ass on here ill tell her to read it

I love it!

Thank you so much guys =]

this is quite the amazing story

i effing love it

its extemely...i dont have a word for it but its amazing

and it makes you thin ya know?

This sounds very interesting and different...I like it!xD

*is in a good mood now*

ily people!

lolol and we love you and your updates...now speaking of updates...i think you know where im going with this...




xD

I don't have any mind-scratching questions right now though. Ryry in this fic is me. (exept for the cryiing shit, i iz a happy person ) So when I get confussled, I update. kk?

kay hahaha makes sense to me

thanks bb *huggles*

lol aweee

YAY HUGGLESS

*supa huggles back*