the truth is...
i dont pay attention in class, i txt alot, im a cheerleader, and i love ice cream ;p.
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i dont pay attention in class, i txt alot, im a cheerleader, and i love ice cream ;p.
When I was little I learned what schizophrenia was from TV and for a while I was really afraid because i thought I had it since I always heard my own voice in my head so finally I told a doctor and...
I notice everything. And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing.
I wonder what its like to be so hot that everyone gets nervous talking to you..
What is not the kind of thing I like is when people look at your private stuff. Like just today, my friend (not sure if he really is) looked at MY private conversation.
Freaking flips of the stomach. Stupid wishful thoughts of weddings bells and ultimate family bonds. Hurtful assumptions that I bring to myself of possible scenarios.
You think that you know me You think I don't care You think that I'm weird But I'm merely aware.
Too old to forgive, too young to forget....
Today and have to go to the doctors and have blood taken to see if I am low in iron. Would be great-full for something that will cheer me up today. :-(.
........................that's an excessive amount of dots I know....but I don't even know where to begin...
it's almost a new year so might as well start keeping account of things a lots been going on and are going to happen. so. why not. today I start: December 26 2012.
Hello. My name is Quentin. Pleased to make your acquaintance. *Bow, Awkward Curtsy, etc.* I'm new to this Opuss stuffinisms, so I'm not entirely sure just what I'll be posting.
I wish I could go back to Christmas Eve, 2010. I wish I could relieve the last Christmas with my grandma. When everyone was happy, when there was nothing for me to worry about.
Your question comes out empty. You're asking only out of curiosity, not concern. "Are you okay?" you ask. The words in my throat are held back. Many words go through my mind.
I'm not looking for attention. I'm looking for help..
The smile, the voice, the hair, the laugh, the personality is everything I have ever wanted. And your it..
I want someone to love me. I want someone to care for me. I want to feel good. I want to feel pretty. I want to feel like myself..
In French, you don't say "I miss you", you say "tu me manques" which means "you are missing from me.".
Endless dark sky ahead. Heading towards nowhere. The mumbling of families speaking. The whimpers of young children. My current surroundings. I tend to write better alone. When darkness is around.
I don't cut. There are no red lines on my wrists. There are scars in my heart. I cry. Daddy's little girl has turned to hate her father. I wasn't physically abused. But I was emotionally.
Im not a writer. So excuse my terrible writing. I can't write poems for which I cant rhyme. I have no creativity for stories. I just write what I'm feeling. My followers will truly know how I feel.
..for all it took for me to fall in love was to look into your eyes.
I was proud. I was happy. I was lovable. I was beautiful. I am disappointed. I am lonely. I am hateful. I am ugly. How can someone's feelings change at the snap of somebody's fingers.
Im not as happy as I seem. The smile is fake. I'm not happy with myself. I have nothing. Being loved isn't important. Loving yourself is. ~ Laurra.