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"We're all pretty bizarre, some of us are just better at hiding it.".
16 year old nerdgirl
"We're all pretty bizarre, some of us are just better at hiding it.".
"Aptitude is not destiny.".
Unrequited and unfulfilled, I'm not as smart as that girl, I'm not as pretty as the other girl, and the one you were talking about the other day is far nicer than me.
Locked myself into a stall, sitting on the bathroom floor This situation isn't new to me, and my mental state is poor.
My deepest conversations always seem to occur in Sainsbury's The supermarket is where I spill my dreams and exorcise my fears.
I'm just so cold.
It's raining again.
Now she lays among the sand, her hair matted, her eyes stark, her last breath fades into the night, and her presence grows so dark.
How much your physical state depends on your emotions. If I am content, the biting chill of winter makes me shiver and quake, teeth chatter comically, the cold violates my skin and I long for warmth.
Fresh words faded old, The curve of a broken spine, Fluttering pages.
Stars shining bright above you, Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you', Birds singin' in the sycamore trees, Dream a little dream of me....
No sleep in over 24 hours, I think I might be going mad. Not going to school today, or getting out of bed. I feel like wallowing in self pity.
I don't know what to post anymore, my inspiration seems to have dried up like water in the desert. I feel like Rango....
Rating suddenly gone from 180 to 440. D: Sadness..
My cat, Varjack Paw, is simply the best, My best feline friend, yes he beats all the rest, with his wide feral eyes and sharp razor claws, he's the prince of his kingdom, he hides behind doors,...
Gotta get back to Hogwarts, Gotta get back to schooool, Gotta get myself to Hogwarts, Where everybody knows I'm coooool Back to spells and enchantments and magical beasts Back to Gryffindor,...
A sense of dread trickles down my throat like putrid honey, it warms my chest unpleasantly and shocks my heart into an unsteady rhythm.
Rain falls on the old tin roof. She can't help but marvel at the muffled echoes of water striking metal. A petulant wind howls through the delicate house, raising small hairs on the back of her neck.
If a person kills another are they evil or insane. If they think what's in their head is right, should they really take the blame.
"I think you'd have to be mental to wear a cloak" "But imagine the joy of running for a bus... wearing a cloak, so it's literally at a 90 degree angle".
In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days....
Bitter, cold and futile Is the way in which my thoughts are spun I try to fit the social mould alas I fear my day is done.
"If there be any eyrie so desolate, or isle so remote that one may there resort unchallenged by an Englishman, 'tis not down on any map I ever saw".
They don't seem to understand how scared I am. The mere thought of being in that stuffy, claustrophobic classroom is enough to send my heart racing. 'Just tell the teacher' and face public...
What if you are just a fantasy.
It radiates from their eyes, Winds itself through the notes in their voice, Hides in the shadows of their face. I'm tired of seeing it, hearing it, feeling it..
"It was like we were doing one of those elaborate Modegan court dances, where the partners stand scant inches apart, but - If they are skilled - never touch. Such was our conversation.
I suffer from depression and anxiety. I haven't been officially diagnosed yet but the signs are crystal clear.
I think Im going to like this app..