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One bad word!!.
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One bad word!!.
My other New Years resolution I've decided is to say yes a LOT more....I've always been a "maybe next time" sort of person.
I'm a claustrophobic, agoraphobic, there's nothing I can do. I'm too scared to go outside and I'm shit scared of my loo. I don't like being confined, I get all claustrophobic.
Ok because of known nickname murderous Molly I don't want people to be scared about my new profile picture.... It's me holding two swords Ones a ninja sword, the others a captains sword.
You think that I'm cute... Because I'm confused Silly Because I'm a mess In distress Not at my best...
[Warning: a bit of swearing and drunkenness!] I couldn't quite believe what we were doing; what he had gotten us both into. You see, 'socially awkward' is my middle name.
I try as hard as hard may get, Yet words fall from my mind, For when I'm put in front of you, I'm deaf, I'm dumb, I'm blind. How can I have much to say, When I can't form one word.
I could talk all day when there's no one there I'm behind a screen I don't need to care. Say what I want and then log out Comment on what I like I can scream, I can shout.
I am an introvert. I do not like to talk to people unless I am ready to. I don't enjoy being in crowded rooms, or having anyone - regardless of if they're male or female - leering at me.
A flush the size of Asia, Spreads out across me cheeks. I've only seen you once or twice, And my colour always leaks. My heartbeat speeds up quickly, Pounding like a race.
I feel so...distant from my best friend lately. In part because she got her phone taken away and hasn't gotten it back since like...over a month ago. That means no more random calls to talk.
Holding mommy's finger tight, A tiny princess toddled in sight.. With rosy cheeks and golden hair, And blue eyes on a hue so fair.. She stopped abrupt at the door, With eyes wide about to pour..
I'm getting ready for the opuss party, I've got on my white shiny shoes I've dug out my brown chords with braces, now which shirt shall I choose.
Oh my goodness, She spoke to me. Tell me this isn't true. My mouth is full Of delicious cake. Whatever shall I do. I should respond, But how exactly. My voice is blocked by food.
This place, is new to Me . Here I'm a stranger. I dont know the houses, see no one i know. No Friendly faces, no smiles. No one is taking Amy notice of Me . I could live in another country.
As I walked through the school gates I began to shake. It wasn't because of Britain's freezing temperatures or the rain slowly dripping down my face.
Okay, so here's the deal guys.. My friend Blossom told this boy I had a crush on him.
I don't want to disappear. Like I was never here. I want for you to see. To understand me. To have your attention. Gives the best reaction. I love that emotion. The spike, the rush.
So I have so far been on two and a half dates with tall dark and handsome, and so far things do seem to be going really rather well.
I give excellent advice. I do so from ignorance via empathy. On a whole it works out nicely, friends ask discreetly and I respond in kind.
I'm Lara Batch. I am not special to this earth I am just a normal teenage girl. I have long ginger hair which I wear in a high ponytail. I have blue-green eyes and light freckles that cover my face.
So I went out on a date last night. Yes people I actually went out on a date. Now for those of you that know me are well aware of how I feel when it comes to dating, and boys blah blah blah.
I say what's on my mind. Which is not always very kind. I try to pause and think for long. But it shows and then I am asked what's wrong. I never mean to hurt anyone.
Does my bum look big in this . Does this skirt look a bit too tight . Do my shoes look really tarty. Does my outfit look alright . Does my hair look rather messy. Does my tummy look all saggy.