Alexa
Has pretty blue eyes Tells little white lies Is damaged in more ways than one Likes to have a bit of fun Gets offered more than the lot They'd even give her all they've got "My shirt too just for a...
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Has pretty blue eyes Tells little white lies Is damaged in more ways than one Likes to have a bit of fun Gets offered more than the lot They'd even give her all they've got "My shirt too just for a...
I have been feeling like an outcast. Or at best, the second choice person to hang out with.
Jayy Von Monroe was escorted by the police on school property, he had to get to school 20 minutes earlier than everyone else and leave 20 minutes before everyone else.
Warning: The following story may be depressing, and I am sorry if this causes sadness. The End Of Gregory Dean In a backstreet of a city, a lone figure bent crookedly over a meager fire.
I've started to block out my emotions so that I can't feel the pain anymore. I don't want to feel the way I feel now. Unwanted. Unloved. Useless I'll give you an example of this.
I sit at a desk in loneliness, Wondering how I got into this mess. I am no longer alike my friends, I don't like the same trends.
So I don't talk. Who cares, Well all of them it seems. No one dares, To slap off that ignorant smile that beams. Why make the fuss, It's as though nothing else matters.
In a dusty old lane stood a house so eerie, It sent chills down, trembles, really.. There lived an old lady misshapen and haggard, Broken-tooth smiled at the folk who laggard..
Everyday I sit and stare. Watch as people walk by. They seem to not see me. And I wonder why. Mom and dad say peculiar. And strange. What do they mean. I'm older now and I finally understand.
You know, sometimes it's hard, having to be on the outside, sometimes, you have to be your own best friend, but for some people you have friends on the outside, just waiting there patiently with you,...
I know I'm different, I won't protest. It's not something I want to change. Who cares if I don't know what the next big trend is. It's not like my style is anything strange.
I wait...just wait for someone to come and save me; protect me. That one person that will understand everything thats wrong and right about me.
The sun shines bright. But my way is clouded. There's so much love. All of it avoids my heart. Arrows fly and hit their target. My heart can't leak tears anymore. There's so much pain.
It felt like something echoing through the cargo. My fear. When i looked out of the window of the train, homes, green pastures passes behind me, like something as virtual as on a television screen.
Stay away from him, He's a wallflower. He knows not of fun But he knows, He knows so much. Too much. He will understand, The horrible and selfish things you do.
They said you wore too much makeup. You stopped wearing makeup. They said you didn't wear enough makeup. You were then back to how your makeup was before. They said you were too quiet.
Shunned and broken,. Locked away,. They lost the keys,. They ran away,. They forgot the purpose,. That they once had,. And locked me away,. Because they thought I was bad,. They lost the keys,.
Caution: Brutal Language More questions arrive As I strive Finally with friends Still following my own trend Nobody knows How bad my tears flowed But does anyone see The pain in me.
I wake up from another sleepless night. My face stained with ruined make up. Dreamless slumber that showed pieces of my horrible night. Today could only get better or worse.
#emotion I hate my life, it's awful. I've got no friends and I'm sorrowful. I've got natural blonde curly hair, That once trailed down to the chair. Had it cut one day, Bellow my shoulders I say.
3rd February 1786, 3rd Era, Year of the steam Entry 266 Dear Diary Oh what a great revelation that had revealed itself to me this day.
As a child the boy had friends, a lot of friends. Friends he had known since pre school. Then high school graduation came. The boy left with very few grades and even fewer friends.
I wouldn't say I was anything particularly special. More like just a normal, average person. No talents or excel in certain areas, nor do i have any really strong dislikes.
Take my hand And close your eyes Show me what it is to cry I've been waiting for this moment Hoping it would come I've been wishing for better For a long time now Some people don't know But I have...